How maddening it was to our friend the mollusk
to be subjected almost every day
(and sometimes more)
to the callous cliche that haunts a bi-valve’s life.
Each time someone,
oft-times fork in hand,
thoughtlessly uttered the bitter oath,
the mollusk would feel himself shrinking,
shriveling inward,
as if he could escape the narrative of fate.
“No one,” he thought, “should be happy as a clam.”
Hope RekindledThis past week has given us more hope for our diseased republic than any other time in 50+ years of paying attention. Observing and participating in a long-overdue peaceful uprising, occupying the streets, feeling the righteous energy of people of all ages, colors, faiths, and wealth (or lack thereof), has…
Used traditionally, in most Western music the bass keeps time churning out fat quarter-notes based on the root of a chord. Ba-dum-dum-dum-dum. On his addictive new recording Tines of Change, the visionary master bassist and composer explores his instrument’s under-utilized sonic possibilities. The concatenation of squeaks, grumbles, twitters, growls, whistles, knocks, cries, howls, and, yes, nice...
