At the risk of sounding too repetitive and cliché, I must add my voice to the accolades pouring in to Dean Mermell and Mauro ffortissimo for the grandest opus yet in their ever-expanding repertoire of piano-anointed events! The Sunset/Flower Piano showcase event in the San Francisco Botanical Gardens […]
Taloned fingers tear at tortured
Skin in the war with the night…
Fingers feel. The tingling tells
The sheltering skin of restless woes
Caught inside the body’s cage.
No more the hollow night holds out
For sorrow’s sleep but trundles on,
It is my continued good luck in my otherwise seemingly aimless and wandering life to find myself regularly in the company of precious and deeply good people and all in and about some of the most glorious locations. The last year or so has had me in excellent company in London, Glasgow, Malta, back and forth […]
There is a road high in the ancient Appalachian Mountains of the East that travels unimpeded and unfettered by any of the signs of commercial life (nor any signs much at all of modern human life save for the road itself) like those that carpet the highways found anywhere else – no billboards, shops, […]
‘No man is an island’- ol’ John Donne said, as gets pointed out ad nauseum. Indeed, no island is an island either, if you think of an island as an entity completely separated from all else. An island is merely a high point of the contiguous mass that stands out from the morass […]
As I may have noticed, I haven’t had much going up on this ol’ website for a bit. (I say “I” because I don’t believe anyone else looks at it. But that’s what the personal website is for, ey? A kind of “online mirror” in which we find ourselves always the […]
It has been a while, indeed, since last this virtual pen touched ethereal paper here to ply the waters what wash this web with tales of my diurnal wheeling over the Williamsburg bridge. I continue to do it every day. In fact I have just returned from doing it even […]
Hanging in the bathroom in the pair of rooms that have, for my time here this year in New York, been as much of a home as any I have ever had, and provided for me by my dear friend and brother-from-another-mother, Piotr, an excellent photographer himself and one of the finest […]
Here, by way of an update to this little web sIte, is a quick overview of what goes on in the world of fp, fortepiano, Mr. Loudsoft, ol’ screaming whisper – moi.
Almost all things spake of in my previous post have come to pass at this point, and […]
This is what democracy looks like!
photo – AP
… and this is what nearsighted, thoughtless, juvenile, macho thuggery looks like!
photo – AP
The former is an example and a symbol of an ongoing struggle of a growing tide of sensible, honest, love-making, creative humans, young and old, […]
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