A great conversationalist, she tears up talking about the guilt she felt about her father's passing, then bursts into singing Aretha Franklin's "Respect" as we share a nookie cookie, and then turns serious - reflecting on her life's purpose.
The strong, silent professionals who actually do all of the shoe-work in education are distracted by, of all things, what got them in the profession in the first place. It's their work with children and young persons that is most important, so that's where their attentions rest.
I got an email asking if I would audition to play drums for their upcoming tour of the US. I was thrilled to be playing with a band again, but it was also a chance for me to take photos on the road, which is my favorite thing in the world to do.
Rush fans can celebrate together that their guys have been accepted at last, and that they helped to make it happen. As a Randy Newman fan, I will still just quietly smirk at the acknowledgement that I am one of the few who gets it.
Radio Silence is full of great writers chronicling musically-induced epiphanies and musicians recounting ecstasies bred by verse and prose. Fans of both will feel giddy at this blurring of the lines between artist and audience.
For the second time in my still short life, I got to see Mr. King performing again. The Keswick Theater, a classic movie house, converted into a performance venue, is located just outside of Philadelphia. There was something especially fitting and refreshing for me to see him in such a setting.
Suffice it to say that sex "in my sixties" is not quite the same as sex was "during the sixties." Not that I don't still have sex, but after thirty years of marriage, I now embrace the concept of "cuddling with benefits" rather than the "Free Love" spirit of my hippie days.
As oral arguments over California Proposition 8 and the Defense of Marriage Act begin before the Supreme Court, I can't help feeling that marriage equality will soon follow indecency and rock and roll into the halls of blasé consensus.
Dan Patrick keeps talking about creating "comprehensive history courses." What can you talk about in these comprehensive courses if you can't talk about race, gender, class... or rock 'n' roll history?
I'm not a Boomer, I'm a War Baby, born in October of 1944, the end of WWII. My generation survived everything, drugs, sex AND rock and roll. Hell, we invented them! We refuse to age; we will be dragged kicking and screaming into senility.
By year's end they had cracked the top twenty on the British charts with their first single and they had a second one on deck. Not bad for a group who had started the year off with little more than a local following in Liverpool and Hamburg, and was shuffling drummers like Spinal Tap.