Encountering a snapshot of the past, Can generate nostalgic introspection, As one finds things that render one aghast But also joy in those small imperfections, Because it means that it was truly real. As you grow chronologically apart, From your work, objectivity anneals Reproachful mind and then forgiving heart. It's sad that it's so easy … Continue reading September 25: Acquainted With the Sunrise

Once, fifteen years ago, I heard a tale Of how a classic song had been conceived, Which sprang to mind today in some detail, While bits of music I sought to retrieve. For as I pondered how tunes are constructed, And sang the ones that I thought found success, A novel one appeared quite unobstructed … Continue reading September 13: Name That Tune

When music joyfully calls out to us, It takes a moment for us to perceive The invitation to respond, and thus We pause, not wishing to appear naïve. But with the second call we understand Just what we are expected to repeat. It's both request and cheerful reprimand That silence makes the music incomplete. To … Continue reading August 23: Call and Response

August 22: Acceptance The wait between audition and result Could drive less sanguine people to distraction, For even if one does well, to exult Is premature, since knowing just fraction Of others seeking placement and their skill Leaves many variables yet undefined. Though premature analysis may thrill, It's won't affect what parts will be assigned. … Continue reading August 22: Acceptance

One hand has but five fingers, yet guitars Have six strings, and in standard tuning The intervals aren't constant, and the barres Are tough at the first fret, and when you're crooning You poor guitar must rest upon your knee, Which ruins voice support at times you play, Unless the need for strap you did … Continue reading August 16: String Theory

Wherever I go, music follows me, Accompanying everything I do. It demonstrates persistent industry, Enticing me to sing at every cue. Some other folks have soundtracks of their own, Observable in how they move through spaces. And one can never truly be alone When yours with someone's music interlaces. Of course, not everyone on earth … Continue reading August 5: Score

Our band contained nine stooges in three rings, Which was a challenge to coordinate, Until a new ringmaster had us sing From music, thus reducing them to eight. Three more were lost when we changed our PA To pick up only voices and guitars, One fled when sets were not in disarray, Woodshedding charts made … Continue reading July 27: The One Stooge