Stuart BalcombSorry, 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
Stuart BalcombA 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
Stuart BalcombReflections 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
Stuart BalcombI 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
Stuart BalcombThe 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
Stuart BalcombI 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…Mar 10, 20222Mar 10, 20222
Stuart BalcombBeen 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
Stuart BalcombFrom 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
Stuart BalcombDare 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
Stuart BalcombHeartbeatsFor 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