Jumping into puddles

Yesterday was one of those cold and rainy days that November can produce. When Axl Rose wrote November Rain, he had a day like yesterday in mind. But at least it was part of a weekend, and into every life some rain must fall. My daughter had seen The Muppets with her sister and herContinue reading “Jumping into puddles”

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”