Dirty Deeds. . .

—From EF— I just finished a job I’ve been putting off for way too long. I get like that with some tasks. It may be big and complicated or a runty little thing, like this one was, but if it falls into the deeply-nuts part of my mind it becomes (a) toxic and (b)...

Arrgh!. . .

—From CB— For the past week, I’ve been flat on my back. Symptoms: occasional mild chills, medium fever, major fatigue. We’ve been regularly testing for Covid, entirely negative. Looking up symptoms of regular flu, it’s some matches, some not. I can say only one thing:...

Critique. . .

—From CB— A friend replied to a FB post that I was perpetually critical of others’ comments on issues without venturing to post my own ideas. That’s probably true. As for example: In regard to the current Supreme Court, I feel that proposals to impeach several...

Strange Weekend. . .

—FROM EF— It was a strange weekend. Amazing music makers were assembled at the Kate Wolf Music Festival in Laytonville, CA, many many more than usual due to the fact that Covid had cancelled 2020 and 2021, and due to the fact that this was not only the 25th KWF but...

Fathers. . .

—From CB— This is Father’s Day, when thoughts turn to fathers, so I’ve given a rain check to my pontifications on politics, whoh are currently beyond-depressing, to muse upon fatherhood. Two thoughts. First, the nature of the role is (a) enormously important, and (b)...

I-80. . .

—From EF— Sunday, mid-afternoon, turning onto I-80 East from Highway 37, I saw the great golden hills as loose-skinned furry creatures begging to be petted, and my heart lifted. Not just because in the evening I’d hear John McCutcheon do a solo concert in Grass...

Love Me. . .

—From CB— A post on Facebook asked, “Do you say ‘I love you” to yourself?” My first response would have been something snarky, but I’m trying to lessen that impulse. The second would have been a simple “No” and then getting back to work on something useful. The third,...

One of Many. . .

—From EF— I invite you to read my book, the first in a series of three memoirs. I’ve been struggling to write this post, because the avalanche of grotesquerie in the recent news made anything else seem not only irrelevant, but repulsive. Then I got this...

Cats and Dogs. . .

—From EF— I once wrote a song called “Black Dog.” No, that’s not quite right, it came rolling out without invitation one day when we were about to leave for a long tour right after having done another long tour. I spent three days cooking and doing...

Empathy. . .

—From CB— How do you teach it? You can’t. You can only model it. It’s easiest to feel empathy with the clown. First off, we know he’s there to entertain us. His cigarettes fall out of the pack, he tries to pick them up and his hat falls off. He makes to fetch his hat...