What Crosses My Mind

  • Diana Ross singing at Rockefeller Center

    I was watching a Christmas special on NBC tonight – the lighting of the tree at Rockefeller Center – the Rock as it is referred to. I was entertained by the singers and circumstance, and then suddenly, Diana Ross took the stage. I was stunned. Her voice carries over the decades of my life. In…

  • Finding A Rhythm

    I use music, depends upon the day, usually something upbeat, jazzy, message driven, something to soothe my soul, it is the motive of a rhythm to move the body, let the mind follow, let the whole of ourselves become transfixed, designed with the heart in sight.   We like to travel, I like to travel…

  • Looks Define

    When listening to music, it piques the state of mind, if in a moment, we might be inspired, by a sound, a coined phrase, a certain lyric, oh so that’s all just fine, though, it is when the voice takes flight, when while listening, suddenly I’m drawn to a distant place, somewhere I’ve never found,…

  • This Was That Place

    Where I began, a small boy sad eyes would venture forward inside cloud grey skies This was the way I began while all around me lives gave credence toward some manner by which to understand. This was when I began to wonder about where everyone else had gone, why the constant search, what could possibly…

  • I Chose Joan Tonight

    I chose Joan tonight to finish my words, I was looking for some way to return to where it is a struggle always ensues my mind playing tricks on my heart, that is an organic thing I suppose – trying to ascertain between logic and pain. I listened to Diamonds and Rust and watched her…

  • These are the people I remember

    I listen to a certain melody to bring me somewhere, need to step out of where I am, perhaps an escape, one might call it a sojourn, only works when I can find my right rhythm, my beat, my way of departing from my real place, into that world of imagination. I use music to…

  • Wonder Wheel

    A melody in a state of mind, a thought motivates a certain disc, recording, desire to hear a nostalgic notion. Used to be we would carefully, lift the cover off our lives, to keep the dust away, listen for hours to a melody that suggests we live this way, in a rhythmic trance, a desired…

  • Tuesday Afternoon Lives

    I was with the Moody Blues the other evening, my apartment, a place I could create my own dreams, I listened to their soul speaking to my fear, they could soothe my mind, allow me so near the places I really wanted to be, where we could all be together, with our idiosyncratic notions, without…

  • Wanting To Be Struck Again

    Gray sheathes of dark matter waft upon a soul in peril In the Heavens we gather all of our apparel. Once before I could cry now today cannot figure out why instead lay my heart down to this struggle a constant reminder of how life can truly boggle the mind. Tossed under the evening dew…

  • Curiosity

    I listen to notes, take me on a certain journey, could be jazz, perhaps the Moody Blues, another day with B.B. King. I like to imagine being in the sailboat that appears, when in the throes of Enya’s words. I wonder sometimes where to go, then find a melody, a certain ambience, to match the…