During my recent “malaise”, there were only two things I was able to accomplish (besides being drugged into oblivion and going to a therapist twice a week): 1. Read as much Shakespeare as possible 2. Try to play the piano…badly (One of the lovely side effects of lithium is that it gives you Parkinson’s disease-like…
Everybody has their own story to tell, and all of them are fascinating. One of the self-preservation methodologies I’ve always employed (really the genesis of the character of “Little Georgie”) is to take internal pain, and externalize it — publicly, if possible. In retrospect, I’ve actually been pretty lucky to have been able to do…
Satan comes a calling in many guises, and I have a three-way call scheduled today with Bubby, one of his minions, and myself. So what does that make me? I’m about to sell my soul… or maybe just positioned to take advantage of a grand opportunity that happens to be knocking upon my door, but…
I have never been able to resolve the battle of brain hemispheres…there are creative endeavors on one side (mmm….just like crack!) and being Billy Biz (mmm….just like crack!…only with the extra added bonus of grinding tedium thrown in). I have been waking every morning this September with the intent of exploring my new found love…
My brother Alfie wasn’t a typical big brother. Unlike most children who may feel threatened when a newborn sibling enters the picture, he had prepared himself during my nine-month swim in my mother’s uterine pool of amniotic fluid to assume the role of mentor and teacher from the moment I saw daylight. He was going…
PARTY TIME (A Lake Boy Tale) Gayle Road is a steeply graded street located on the east side of Skaneateles Lake; on the outer Eastern border but still within the village limits. Lined on either side with relatively modest ranch style homes, the street descends sharply in altitude, curves suddenly to the south at a…
I was chatting with my buddy “Fuzz”, a friend who has been involved with the rock and roll “industry” for as long as I have, and the conversation always turns to the phenomena of brushing the brass ring with your fingertips, but it invariably always evades your grasp. It’s happened so many times to the…
I spent most of my third decade on the planet pursuing the dream of being a “Rock Star”. I quit high school to travel on that road, and stayed on it. Throughout my twenties I came very close to realizing that dream… but it always persisted in being just outside my grasp. I closed that…
The deal between my chronically alcoholic girlfriend and myself was this: Stay sober for one year, and we’ll get pregnant and get married. She held up her end of the bargain, and it was a very good year for us…. so as she was ingesting prenatal vitamins and going to AA meetings twice a day,…