Mom was a music prodigy. She gave her first public piano recital at the age of four. She quit playing when she was sent to boarding school at five due to family problems. Someday I’ll write about that. Mom’s time in the boarding school led directly to her death eighty years later. Since there was…
Mom has died.
October 13, 2013
She died at 12:00 p.m., October 13, 2013, at the age of eighty-five. Dr. Leberthon kept his word and saved her from pneumonia. She died of cardiac arrest, which occurred after she went into a coma. Her death was very peaceful. She simply stopped. Thank you, Dr. Leberthon. Another miracle. You saved Mom from suffocating….
Dead in the water
October 12, 2013
Everything I’ve read about WordPress says it’s wonderful for search engines. Techies are ecstatic. Right out of the box, WordPress is perfect. But in this avalanche of accolades, I run across little “buts.” For example, WordPress doesn’t need no stinkin’ tags. Those are from the Stone Age. So, when I found out a few days…
One of these dreams again
October 12, 2013
I had these dreams almost every night for years. This one’s different in terms of the emotional ambiance. Back in San Francisco, I went to Lola’s row house to spend the night. She wasn’t home, but I let myself in and stretched out on the sofa where I slept when I visited her. Dark outside,…
Why I don’t hate, Part Two
October 10, 2013
I’ve just discovered that my Extravagumbo Website is worthless, and I can’t get a response from the people who made it. I’ve spent all day trying to figure out how to write a description for my Website that will show up on search engines, but nobody can or will help me. Nobody cares. People to…
It grew back
October 9, 2013
Two years before he died, Dad was told that he had a mass in his abdomen that needed to be checked. We didn’t know this until after he’d died and we saw his medical records. Instead of having his mass checked, Dad went on a plant-slaughtering spree in his yard, chopping absolutely everything back to…
Whisperings
October 9, 2013
There came whisperings in the winds: “Good-bye! good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkness: “Good-bye! good-bye!” Then I stretched forth my arms. “No—No—” There came whisperings in the wind: “Good-bye! good-bye!” Little voices called in the darkness: “Good-bye! good-bye!” —Stephen Crane
Just did a radio interview
October 9, 2013
Five minutes ago, I concluded my second radio interview. With Tron Simpson, “Tron in the Morning,” KCBR-AM 1040, Colorado Springs. “In the morning” was right. Six in the morning for me. That’s okay. I wasn’t able to sleep anyway. Very nice interviewer, perfectly understood the intent of the book, and wished me well. I wish…
Not a chance
October 8, 2013
I got a message. You’re too young to write your memoirs. Feels like a suicide note saying, “Thank you world and fuck you.” Well, I wrote the memoir because readers forced me to. No, that’s only partially true. Readers of Talkbass.com did demand that I write a book, but the truth is that I wanted…