Days of Art 2017-05: Halcyon Days But Incendiary Nights

The purpose of our Days of Art series isn’t meant to be self-aggrandizement, and I rarely do “selfies” except in a mocking manner, but it disturbed me to realize that the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s assassination passed yesterday without my noticing. I’m not going to weep for the man here, and in fact I…

Nah

I definitely wasn’t Hendrix in a past life, but good to know I’m still “out there” when it comes to evaluations. The downside of taking risks in art is that you fail more than you succeed. The upside (and occasionally the downside) is that when you look around the herd is nowhere near. Woe betide…

Blogjam

I’ve been blogging a great deal, in my mind, sometimes sharing them with my wife, but almost never putting them on any of my 5 or 6 blogs. The reason is simple. Very few people read my blogs and almost none of the people who click “like” actually stop by. I could analyze why but…

The Color of Change

I am a child of the 1960s. I was nearly born colored, as my mother had been but slipped between the cracks of definition. She, born in a more tranquil time the color of separate but equal. We learned, though, it was equal only in the way same-color paint bought in two batches is equal.…

Minor Differences Aside…

Meeting someone in the flesh for the first time is an interesting experience, particularly after you’ve established a relationship via an online forum. WordPress is one example, but so is Facebook, Google+, and others. With the availability of free or cheap webcamming (FaceTime, ooVoo, Skype), you can virtually sit with someone as easily as we…

jammin’ at de Saba

he was jamming last night at the Saba redundant bass line heavy and hard drummer triplin on the two-three old style rub-a-dub style Jah Al-mi-TEE can you say Amen “Ras Tafari” cry de baldheads chillin my Irie but the brothas don’t care cause there’s coke in dey dreads and even Babylon look pretty in de…