Once upon a time, there was a 21 and under club called “Phil’s Bongo Room.” It doesn’t matter where it was; it’s been gone for a long time anyway. It was lost to an unfortunate infestation of luxury condos. Anyhoo, it was fun and they had live bands and a floor that lit up likeContinue reading “2/29/16: Monday Funday Dance Party!”
I adore Brahms, and if I had the cash I’d be on a plane out to Detroit right now! Thanks to Rich Brown of Good Music Speaks for turning us on to the Detroit Symphony Orchestra’s ongoing celebration of Brahm’s life & works. They’re doing all four symphonies, a Berio arrangement of Brahm’s Sonata forContinue reading “Brahms Festival 2016”
David Bowie died on Sunday at the age of 69. In an age of macho bullshit rock & roll, he moved fluidly between styles of music, fashion, and taste, while writing great songs and lyrics. If you haven’t listened to much of Bowie’s music, 1969 – 1983 is recognized as being his “peak” period, but heContinue reading “January 11, 2016: David Bowie”
My wallen was stolen yesterday, right out of my purse. I guess you’d call it pickpocketing, except this wasn’t my pocket. Maybe “pickpocketbooking?” Anyway, it sucks. I’m fine, and very grateful for that, but I now face a grand adventure in replacing all those little plastic rectangles that make life worthwhile. My bank has givenContinue reading “January 7, 2016”
Oh, things are just crazy right now. It’s all good, but it’s like being covered in a pile of kittens – delightful, but you don’t get much done. So let’s just consider this day Two of the Monday Funday Dance Party – Holiday Edition. Here’s a song I know from way back. There’s a recordingContinue reading “Monday Funday Dance Party (Day 2)”
I adore Sly and the Family Stone. They were so positive, and this was one of the very very few bands at the time that was both multi-racial and multi-gender. And they played great. In honor of trumpeter Cynthia Robinson, who passed away this week, and also to celebrate a recent court decision that awarded SlyContinue reading “Monday Funday Dance Party”
No matter how much you love your job, Monday mornings can feel like a slow-motion trudge into the deepest bowels of hell … again. Just in case your morning feels like wading through a waist-deep sea of oatmeal, I’m starting a weekly “Monday Funday Dance Party.” For the days when coffee just isn’t enough.