Well. It’s been more than a few weeks since there’s been anything new to see here. My apologies for that; It’s fair to say that social media has swallowed up time I should have devoted to writing.
The events of the past year, and particularly the last six days, do not bear repeating. The damage is everywhere around us. So, too, are the remedies…but they involve a lot of extraordinary effort and sacrifice. We have no choice but to become, or re-become, activists. How any of us make that manifest is a very personal choice, but we each need to make that choice in some way.These days I am more grateful than ever for music: singing on Tuesdays at a local piano bar, sitting in with friends’ bands, learning a new (and difficult) instrument. I’m tiptoeing back into the water with this post, reclaiming the space and getting my chops back. More, and hopefully better, to come.Love to anyone that happens to read this.Thursdays are magical if you let them.
Thursdays are magical. 
I love you my brother. Thank you for sharing your world, your ideas, your aspirations and your playing with us all.
I love you brother. Thank you for sharing your world, your ideals, your aspirations and your music with us…you are magical.
I am making it a personal mission to become the activist I was as a college student…and to sing. To sing to sing to sing…with friends and alone. To make beautiful noise in these dark days. Thank you for reminding me of the power of magic.
Love this post JP! Love back at ya.
A personal choice indeed. Stay the course you’ve set on your own path to happiness.
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❤ ! Music is a healing force to be sure. Thanks for sharing.