My Mom Met Bob Dylan's Mom

The pride I feel for Wee Cee is like nothing I had ever experienced before I had her. Even her growing hair is a cause to celebrate. I’m sure I’m too fussy, but I don’t care. She’s my little slice of perfection and even when she’s driving me to the brink of insanity, I adore her. The fact that she can elicit a response from me at all is a credit to her developing personality and all the more reason to feel parental pride....more

Bob Dylan: Soundtrack of My Lifetime

Some of my earliest childhood memories were set to the soundtrack of the crack and pop of vinyl on the record player in my parent's living room. There were tapes too, but our household was one of records. Played loudly through the speakers that seemed so huge, they might as well have been suspended from the ceiling of Madison Square Garden. Dancing, singing, spinning in circles in the living room to the music that was so infused in my blood from such a young age that it seemed like part of me. Part of my family....more
Amen to everything you wrote. I specially enjoyed your vivid description of how music lovers ...more

Tangled Up in Blue

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Rest In Peace, Odetta, the Voice of the Civil Rights Movement

I meant to write something about Odetta's passing when I heard about it on December 3rd, but it's taken me this long to process it. ...more