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Not What I Expected

I’m a big fan of “Not What I Expected.” I like it when people fold, spindle, and mutilate musical things in an interesting way, to render them more interesting to contemporary ears. Jazz players often get ahold of seemingly mundane pop tunes and take them up a notch.

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In Which We Explain Democracy. Oh Boy!

I’m going to post an excerpt of an essay I wrote 14 years ago or so. It was about how my children ended up performing music as a duo. My older son was around sixteen at the time. The younger one was only nine. As it turns out,

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The 97.5 Percent Solution

So, I bought this thing. I’m not sure why. I haven’t played one for twenty years, and truth be told, I can’t even remember which end you’re supposed to blow in. So what do I want with a guitarra? Well, it’s like this: I don’t miss my old

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The Art, Trade, and Mystery of a College Education

I’ve been thinking about indentured servitude. Never fear. Not as a current career choice, but as a concept. Here’s a pretty chaste description of indentured servitude from a chatbot: Indentured servitude is a form of labor where a person signs a contract to work for another for a

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Bring Back the Ephemeral

If you don’t recognize the name, Brian Eno was one of the original members of Roxy Music. They were pioneers in what I call Art School Rock. Eno drifted away from Roxy Music after a couple of records, and set up shop as a deep thinker about shallow

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Greatest Hits

1950s

The Sixties Never Happened

Hear me out: The sixties never happened. No, really. The idea that generational shifts happen in neat, tectonic fashion, bang-on the first day of each

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1970s

A Particular Kind Of Salieri

She’s gone past gray to the shores of Thanatos. And there the children of dark Night have their dwellings, Sleep and Death, awful gods. The

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Bits of my life pulled out and flung on the Internet floor

Show No Enthusiasm; Don’t Complain

Winter came like a postcard a long time ago. The snow drifted down in slow motion, the big, fat flakes parachuting in and accumulating gently

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Sagas and Compilations