Monday, November 20, 2017

Swingin' around.

A boy. A bass. A swingset.

A boy. A guitar. A slide.



Rockin' Man in leather.

Autumn Forest Blues.

Loitering around.

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Winter paws.

Ready for the cold days ahead.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Another drawing from Joe Mineer.

Another drawing found lying around the classrooms, by Joe Mineer.

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Open mic at the meetup.

With Norm, making an attempt at Johnny Nash's 1972 ska hit, "I Can See Clearly Now" at Gojjo's.

"Her Town Too", by James Taylor with JD Souther, with singing partner.

Friday, November 10, 2017

SPAM & Shoyu.

The stuff of dreams.

Depending on your point of view, of course.

Monday, November 6, 2017

Under the weight of notes.

Wow. So. Much. Grading.

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Fall around here parts.

Flash of color for summer's final breath.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

All Hallows Eve, Wissahickon.

Happy spirit pumpkin on the porch.

Butterfly in the kitchen, hoping for trick-or-treaters...

The spoils from All Hallow's Eve singing.

Monday, October 30, 2017

A little light reading.

The weekend before All Hallows Eve.

Went to a karaoke party on Saturday, after school open house duties. People dressed up (at the party). So many people are closet stars. Some good performers out there in the wild. I met a few witches, Elton John, some hip-hopsters, Sonny and Cher, and some other ghouls. It was convivial.

Planning on watching "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" tomorrow, like before-times.

Where are we, in the universe. Feeling Here and There. Or neither. Unstable ground upon which we place our feet to stand. Ten years ago it was 2007. Ten months from now is uncertain.

Our wild man and his cohort quit. Too much juggling dilutes the fruit punch, or something like that. We're playing with a new skins man on Friday. I think having a drummer is important if you want to feel like you're in a real band.

Didn't realize playing in a rock band was going to be old-fashioned at some point. To everything its season. It doesn't matter, at least not insofar as wanting to do it. I don't know about the possible audience.

Today. Added some harmonies. Tweaked some timing. Graded some projects.

Tomorrow. Into town. Looking at projects. Trying to stir up a little learning. Then outta town. Buddha waits. Patiently. Life so short. But I guess that just means we have some idea of what "Long" is, huh.