An unexpected pilgrimage

I was raised to be a Catholic, but Catholicism was like a transplanted organ for me, in that my body rejected it. What takes the place of religious faith–at least for me–are the things that I believe in. Like most people, I have some things on this earth that help to explain the things IContinue reading “An unexpected pilgrimage”

Gave proof through the night

The piece I wrote yesterday about Jimi Hendrix and the anniversary of his death set me on a mission to find my Hendrix CD. It was purchased sometime in the 1990s, back when CDs still needed to be purchased in order to acquire music. I still have lots of old CDs, and fortunately I wasContinue reading “Gave proof through the night”

Sometimes I take a Jimi thing

In the early years of the last decade, I traveled to Seattle several times on business. I learned that the best way to get back home was to take the red-eye flight, which left Sea-Tac late at night and arrived in Chicago at exactly 2-freaking-early in the AM. To spend a night in Seattle wouldContinue reading “Sometimes I take a Jimi thing”

All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be

The story of the Dark Side of the Rainbow, or the synchronicity between Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” and MGM’s The Wizard of Oz┬áhas been around for many years now. I had assumed that most people had already seen it by now, but lunch with some colleagues at work today was enough toContinue reading “All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be”

Coming at life from the left

Yes, I have already written something about Dave Roberts and The Steal here. There’s not much I can say about him here, except to point out that he played for four teams other than the Red Sox, but I imagine that nobody knows this. And even though he’s the Red Sox’ 2004 hero, you’ll likelyContinue reading “Coming at life from the left”

A Sure Shot for the Rock Hall

To me, the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is a fraud. Rock and roll began as an expression of rebellion, and that gleaming building on the waterfront in Cleveland is anything but rebellion. Some of the bluesmen who helped to create rock and roll are enshrined there, but too many of them have beenContinue reading “A Sure Shot for the Rock Hall”