It’s a quiet Christmas Eve morning, Sofia doing her thing, me, mine, Basura Cat sleeping in the windowsill. A text from my adopted family, “Are you busy?” First thought was about seeing anyone during the Pandemic, during the season of gathering. First a stop by my adopted nieces, the girls…
There was a time back long ago, When off with my equipment, I’d go. I’d set up on stage and sing my songs, Having a grand time all night long. But back in March, when the virus hit, My world of music turned into shit. No more music across the…
Basura Cat found her favorite spot on the floor, Saying, that she is not moving anymore. It’s her favorite space in the entire house, She won’t move, not even for a mouse. It’s next to where my students come and sit, They don’t seem to mind Basura Cat, no not…
He called me this morning, asking if I wanted to take back my vote yet, we laughed; I called him a son of a gun. We chatted like we do, most everyday. Topics range from music to politics. We never tell the other what to think or do, how to…
There once was a time, oh so long ago, That music was hard to take on the go. First a stereo that sat in the living room, Then a box that played music, it was called Boom. It was big; it was bulky to carry around, With a radio, and…
When I was 15, finally getting my hands on a long desired guitar, everyone was surprised that I could also sing. How this came about was thanks to a guitar teacher who insisted that I sing along with the songs he was teaching me. Me, not knowing better and out…
He’s a great kid, to me at this age; they’re all kids. He looks at life with a gentle heart. He wants to travel after High School, wants to feel the world. He wants to make a difference. Basura Cat knows my students, a great judge of character. For some…
I've been teaching on Zoom ~ then as the number of COVID-19 cases started to drop, started teaching in person at my home studio. I have a plexiglass divider between my students and me. We're at least 6 feet apart. It's okay, if once the student is seated, that they take off…
The Adventures Of Basura Continue... Basura woke me up at 3:30 this morning, not wanting food as usual, but demanding that I play guitar for her. She meows until I comply; it’s an audience of one. My Cat Misses Live Music ~ A short poem by Me Live music is…
The Music Note Tree is a friend of mine It helps me play music and keep good time The notes tell me how long they want to play Each note has a value and here’s what they say. The Whole Note says “It’s 4 beats for me” The Whole Note…