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It seems hard to believe, especially for me, that I’ve been performing music professionally for more than 30 years. My aspiring amateur status dates back even a few more years. Aside from qualifying me as a geezer, having played music since the 1970s means I’ve seen some major changes in the business, from the lower rungs on the ladder where I reside, all the way to the top, or what’s left of it.

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Shock, No Awe

Posted on August 9, 2012 with 0 comments

Not even a week after I wrote about the horrific and tragic murders in Aurora and Conch Key, caring people’s hearts were broken again as a hate-filled murderer took the lives of six others before losing his own at a Sikh Temple in Oak Creek, Wisconsin. Once again, tears flow. Once again, people mourn the loss of family members and friends. And once again, a community’s members are left bewildered, trying to pick up the pieces of shattered lives and wondering how something like that could have happened in a place they call home. And the rest of us try to understand just how something like this could have happened… again. With each new deadly event, we are still saddened to the core – but not as shocked as we once were.

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Two Kinds of People

Posted on August 3, 2012 with 0 comments

At the risk of oversimplifying a much larger problem (and way over-generalizing as well – a tragic flaw of anyone who claims to be a writer), there are two kinds of people in this world: those who care about their fellow human beings, and those who don’t.

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Clarence Clemons, 1942-2011

Posted on June 23, 2011 with 7 comments

I first met him at a Seafood Festival during my term as Mayor of the City of Marathon. He was there jamming with Jen and Capt. Diego Cordova; I think I played that year, too. When we were introduced, and Clarence found out that I was the Mayor as well as a musician, I remember him saying, “You’re a musician and the mayor??? This is a cool town.”

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50 Years of Americans in Space

Posted on May 24, 2011 with 1 comment

   I was a space brat.

   There was no better place to be a kid in the 1960s than Cape Canaveral (then Cape Kennedy). Rockets went off in my backyard. Not just Titans and Deltas, but honest-to-God Saturns. There was nothing quite as amazing as watching (and hearing and feeling) a Saturn V leave the launch pad and climb into the sky on a pillar of fire...

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