I was a dirty-stay-out-late, as my parents would say, partying to all hours of the night. I was at the Hudson West Folk Festival volunteer party.
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I didn’t go out yesterday so today is the first write whatever I want post since before NERFA. The problem is I don’t know what to write. I have many competing ideas, I can go personal, I can go religious, I can go political/philosophical. I can write about snow. I think I’m going for potpourri. […]
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As Good As Goldman
The main event yesterday was Sharon Goldman’s birthday concert.
I didn’t finish writing about NERFA but it’s time to move on to John Platt’s On Your Radar. I usually begin by saying, “It’s the second Tuesday of the month, you know what that means.” But it hasn’t meant John Platt’s On Your Radar since July. Like psychiatrists and teachers, OYR takes August off. In […]
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NERFA 2018: Part 2
I’ll wrap up the NERFA reporting today. This is going to come from many different directions, that’s good as NERFA comes from many different directions. It’s going to start with a CT Scan, don’t worry, I won’t spend too much time on that. My gastroenterologist ordered a CT scan aka CAT scan and I scheduled […]
Time to plunge in and start writing about NERFA. I’m going to be useful to the folk community and write about the artists I discovered at showcases.
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Once Upon A Morning Dreary
It’s a dreary day today, it matches my dreary mood; that may or may not be a coincidence. My best guess is that it’s a contributing but not deciding factor. That’s the way these things usually work. I could write about the things I’m beating myself up over, topped at the moment by not working […]
Marty couldn’t use his ticket to see Anna & Elizabeth and The Low Anthem at Zankel Hall. The only reason I didn’t have a ticket for that was that I couldn’t afford it. Not a fan of The Low Anthem but I love Anna & Elizabeth. I couldn’t say yes fast enough. Not only did I get to go, I got to sit in the front row. This show was a big deal, Zankel Hall is part of Carnegie Hall, its ultra-cool basement auditorium.
I’m going to write about seeing Miles and Mafale and friends but before that I’m going to tell an ugly story and use an ugly word. If you want to skip that and get to fun it begins after the horizontal line.
All Gaul is divided into three parts but this entry is divided into two, a doctor visit and seeing Mya. That opening would work better if I were at the doctor for my gall bladder, but I’m no longer in possession of one. I have Crohn’s disease. I had cancer of the small intestine. I […]
Wise Madness 