
I wrote and deleted a long post about an argument I had with my Dad. Instead I’ll summarise with a tidied up extract from an email I sent to MJD.
I did not even last 48 hours …
I wrote and deleted a long post about an argument I had with my Dad. Instead I’ll summarise with a tidied up extract from an email I sent to MJD.
I did not even last 48 hours …
My Ma & JB met me at Totnes station. Zaida was full of beans and hugs. She had just had a haircut and was busy sorting things out before before they drove to France for a holiday tomorrow. At the ‘happy yellow house …
Here I go again - visiting the home of my first 20 years, Cornwall.
I went this time last year as soon as the flights had resumed after all that covid bullshit. I flew home and caught covid at the Blue Anchor. I had never been as sick …
When he was eight years old, my dad taught himself to take apart watches and put them back together. He supported his mother by doing watch repairs at that age out of her little jewelry stand, and a few years later by delivering clothes for a Chinese laundry. As a laundry delivery boy, he earned […]
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When my mother was pregnant with my younger brother Pete, my father took her to see West Side Story in New York. My mom said every time the orchestra played, Pete kicked in her womb, keeping perfect time. Some people are born to play the drums. Pete played before he was born. He never stopped. […]
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The world is losing one of the greatest musicians, rhythmic theorists, and just lovely and decent human beings ever to exist.
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One of these worlds is gone, and to the other, we will never return.
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