In past postings in blogs or on facebook, I have often referred to the discipline of focusing on “The Unseen Connective Tissue”. I have often been asked what exactly do I mean when I drop that phrase in conversation, or in writing. Everybody is well acquainted with the concept of “6 degrees of separation”; how…
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…
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…
As a teen-aged, aspiring piano player in the great frozen tundra known as Skaneateles, NY, I used to take a 35 mile bus ride into the city of Syracuse every Saturday morning to visit Onondaga Music. Onondaga Music was owned by a rather sour faced man by the name of Howard Gurseny, Sr. Completely bald,…