At the risk of making a horribly generalized statement—and doing so with my tongue sort of in cheek, but not entirely—I think this music thing comes down to people who make shit up and people who don’t. Songs, that is.  Songwriting, I suppose we can say. But I’m even leery of using that description. The term ”songwriter” evokes the picture of the navel-gazing folkie or a person who is something of a life journalist—reflecting the world we live in (our …

So, it’s only been 2 days I have been on “lock down” here, and it seems selfish and absurd to be thinking about how much it sucks that I’m not out playing music and that shows are being cancelled. After all, there are far more pressing issues now: health concerns, plummeting stock markets, folks unable to work. Who wants to talk about music? Well, I do. I’ll have plenty of time to worry about those other things. Life without music …