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The totem pole

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Somewhere during those hazy days of summer when I was ten or eleven or twelve, my parents, feeling the pull of yet another empty space in their lives, took on the project of building a totem pole in a corner of our yard. This would have made more sense if we had had any Native American heritages among us. It would have made more sense if we had lived in a place where any Native […]

Music that stays with you: Beethoven and Serkin

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Image via Wikipedia My old high school English teacher took it upon herself, for reasons unknown to me, to give me extra reading assignments. I was a book geek, and so was always glad to get suggestions of writers to read, and she did thus start me on a lifelong love of Yeats and some of Henry James‘ stories that I would never have come across otherwise. She also, for reasons also unknown to me but compatible with […]

My oak table

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Image via Wikipedia When I was growing up, my house had in it all manner of oak furniture and paneling. Perhaps this is why I never recognized that type of wood when I was an adult — wood that was neither blandly pale like pine, or dark and shiny. I thought of this while looking at the oaken table upon which I did my homework every school-night from first grade up until I grew into […]

Musical Monday: Heart Like a Wheel

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Cover of Heart Like a Wheel Music has gotten me to reminisce more than usual lately, and I am told that that’s a good thing. So here, continuing this idea, is one of the albums that I listened to over and over again when I was in college, mostly Freshman year: Linda Ronstadt‘s Heart Like A Wheel. I can’t get Grooveshark to give you the whole album — specifically, I can’t find her renditions of […]

Another, different music

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Image via Wikipedia I went to Vanderbilt University, which is in Nashville, which is one of the centers of the musical industry. A side effect of this was that I was immersed in music all of the time. Bands were everywhere, and because there was so much competition for any music gig, even the worst bars and restaurants had a really good band. Another side effect of this is that I was exposed to much […]

Memory, from music

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My recent high school reunion has brought forth in me a great desire to reminisce, and you get to be part of it all. Music: of course, essential to the lives of most teenagers since radio was invented. I was exposed in college to more of it than the usual student, since I was working as a DJ at the college radio station, WRVU. We at the station all loved rare songs and unheard-of groups, […]