Alan Rickman. In the late ’90s, I did some work here in Los Angeles for the musical non-profit “The Mr. Holland’s Opus Foundation” (MHOpus). One night there was a benefit concert at UCLA, conducted by the late…
Joey Alexander
Yesterday I put on the newest CD in our collection: Joey Alexander’s “My Favorite Things.” This jazz disc is not only fabulous to listen to, it’s also incredible to think the artist at the piano is 12 years old…
Alive and Kicking
This is a bike rack. Or rather, it was a bike rack before a reckless-driving teenage boy careened off the road and onto the sidewalk and ripped it out of the pavement. Said sidewalk was adjacent to a…
The Sun Machine is Coming Down
Given my tendencies toward recollection, you may find it hard to believe that I don’t particularly enjoy visiting my past. There was a lot of ugliness growing up, and dwelling on it is, to say the least, uncomfortable.…
Monday. Ready.
I had an awesome weekend! There was Mister’s Mama’s Tuna Casserole on Friday night, along with the movie “Sicario.” (It’s crazy, y’all. Good, and crazy.) And then on Saturday night, our friend’s annual WEXMAS party went down (I’ll…
Stepping Out
Sometimes I get so absorbed in duties, tasks and work that I forget to step out into the world and interact with real live human beings. And I don’t always remember how good that can be. Take this…
“Portrait Artist of the Year”
I am currently hooked on a show from the UK – Portrait Artist of the Year. Where I live, it’s shown on the Ovation TV channel, though the website says the program is available on demand. I’ve been…
The King, Baby
Today is the birthday of Mr. Elvis Presley. Honestly – I don’t know why I put this in my calendar every year. I mean, I know it’s a sentimental holdover from childhood, but how long can that last?…
Thursday Memories
Thought I’d give you a treat, this first Thursday of the New Year. And that treat is a dork-tastic photo of yours truly. I have no excuse.
Five Feet High and Rising
I am pacing back and forth, to and fro, with a furrowed brow. Well – they’ve been telling us it was coming (whoever “they” are). They’ve pleaded with us to prepare, to get ready. And now it…