The Final Movement

Our father says the sound is loud enough to wake the dead. The music is alive tonight in infinite weathered … More

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This time he wrote the song about the break-up of his first marriage. The funny thing is, that was the … More

We Koreans converge on Hawai‘i Theatre tonight,all bows and the scent of garlic-laced dinners, lots of quick head nods and Annyeong … More

When I sit down on our piano bench, the piano nearly 60 years old now, I am comfortable enough. I … More

We’d sit at stoplights and classical music would playon the public radio station to which she still donated.Again she’d begin … More

That silver flame subdued all color into black and white. Remembering neon paint and black light nights. I recall the … More

For the first two years in Madison, I live in Susan Bradford Hall. It’s on Greek Row. Once a dorm … More

I squint, and even though I oddly see you tiny and distorted through the peephole, I can make out her … More

If I were Bob Dylan, I could tell you everything that’s broken.If you know that song, you know his list is … More

A friend, a school band director, professional drummer, jazz fanatic, and high-end audiophile,reports he’s just back from a west coast … More

Quieter, still quieter, quiet down the energy pent up today, for such recklessness cannot sit wasting by the window ledge … More

As I round the corner, I hear accordion music. There, on a bench outside of Macy’s Ala Moana, sit an … More

I will enter the vault in search of the song I believe I have spun here on old vinyl.Memory could … More

There once were two moron musiciansWho were wise about public admissionsThey thought white was rightTold their fans so – that … More

He sits there stick alert staring into space, one quivering hand resting just above the keys, the other pointing off … More

We’d known each other, worked together in the record store, for nearly six months already. By the time she came … More

I have been to the Bristol bus terminal enough times now to have lost count. Not a huge number of … More

Charlie calls hogs, eats um, chickens too, royally roasting marbled tunes of time draped in gold and bar-b-que sauce, sweet … More

Vinyl was as good as dead, but it’s making a comeback.Like Lazarus, LPs have risen from the grave.The last time … More

In 1973, on the heels of him rocketing into the big name star echelon, Neil Young came to Hilo Town … More