Sorry, I’d Help If I CouldNight. Speeding east on the 101. Right blinker. Topanga exit. Left under the freeway, past Ventura Blvd. Driving, driving, faster, up the…Jul 3, 2022Jul 3, 2022
A Mis-chosen WordThe old noir-author stumbled over the abrupt appearance of a word, right in his path. It brought him to a complete halt, his hands poised…Jul 2, 20221Jul 2, 20221
Reflections of TruthIt was 9:00 a.m. The bay was at high tide, and very calm — almost glassy. I was at our little cottage across Puget Sound from Seattle. With…Jul 2, 20223Jul 2, 20223
I Remember…A favorite exercise of mine is to write “I remember” at the top of a sheet of paper, and then let my pen go for a stroll through whatever…Jul 1, 2022Jul 1, 2022
The End of CreativityThey say that all possible melody-note combinations have been used up. Nothing is new anymore. Every motif that any composer writes has…Jun 27, 2022Jun 27, 2022
Been thinking about performing at the Dry Bar Comedy Club in Provo, Utah. I could open with…How ya doin’ Provoooooooooo?!!!Feb 2, 2022Feb 2, 2022
From God’s Lips to My EarI got to thinking about lines the other day — straight lines, specifically. By definition, a line is straight, but as I pondered the many…Jan 20, 2022Jan 20, 2022
Dare To Be AccountableSo, two years ago I’m driving down a country road with my friend John. A deer suddenly jumps in front of us and John goes “Look out!” It’s…Jan 20, 2022Jan 20, 2022
HeartbeatsFor years my wife has had a wonderful concept called “Making a date with oneself.” Julia Cameron in The Artist’s Way refers to it as the…Jan 4, 20221Jan 4, 20221
Well, Basically…I am the Chairman of the National Committee to Stamp-out the Word “Basically.” What used to be a somewhat innocuous adverb has turned into…Aug 13, 20212Aug 13, 20212