A John Prine Memory, by Rich Paschall When John Prine was growing up in Maywood, Illinois, a suburb along the west side of Chicago, he helped a friend with a newspaper route. “…and I delivered to a Baptist old peoples… Read More ›
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BOTH SIDES NOW – RICH PASCHALL
Making It To The Other Side, by Rich Paschall Most generations seem to believe that the music of their youth was the best. Perhaps it is because we associate music with important times in our lives, that is dances, proms,… Read More ›
“HELLO IN THERE” AND THE SAD DEPARTURE OF JOHN PRINE – RICH PASCHALL
A John Prine Memory, by Rich Paschall When John Prine was growing up in Maywood, Illinois, a suburb along the west side of Chicago, he helped a friend with a newspaper route. “…and I delivered to a Baptist old peoples… Read More ›
SO MANY FLOWERS ARE GONE – Marilyn Armstrong
When I started writing Serendipity eight years ago, I was enthusiastic and full of energy. Undisciplined. All over the place. Writing too much, leaping from subject to subject. Angry one day, mellow the next. Ranting about the wrongs of the… Read More ›
WHISTLE AND GO FISHING IN HEAVEN – REBLOG – JOHN PRINE
Since we are into “round and round” this morning, just ONE more and one of my very favorite songs. Is it country music? Or just great music? How many songs make you cry and laugh at the same time? This… Read More ›
WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?
I need to admit something up top here. I think I wrote this piece because it includes some of my all time favorite folk music — played by the original people. The final one, “Everything’s Fine Right Now” was a… Read More ›
HANGING OUT – GREENWICH VILLAGE MEMORIES
Garry and I watched a documentary on Netflix titled “Greenwich Village: Music That Defined a Generation.” It was about Greenwich Village in the 1960s. Both Garry and I were there. He was already a working reporter, but young enough to… Read More ›
FOLK, POP, AND THE MEANING OF LIFE
While I was growing up, my world was entirely serious music. I was a piano student and my spare time was consumed by practicing. It wasn’t until I recognized I’d never be good enough to be a professional musician that… Read More ›
THE FIRST TIME EVER I SAW YOUR FACE …
I don’t know about the second time, but sometimes, once is just perfect. “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” is a 1957 folk song written by political singer/songwriter Ewan MacColl for Peggy Seeger, who was later to become… Read More ›
WHISTLING AND FISHING IN HEAVEN
As playlists go, this is short, but it says a lot. Not everyone has heard of John Prine, but he wrote many songs other people sing, and he sang a lot of them himself on various records, most of which I owned… Read More ›
I HAVE A HAMMER, I HAVE A BELL, I HAVE A SONG TO SING
If I had a hammer … I’d fix the broken pickets on my front gate and hang a few new pictures. I’d definitely be a folk singer. A photographer and a writer, too. I’d have a tambourine. Shake, shake, shake it. I’d care for my own plumbing. I’d… Read More ›
SO LONG, IT’S BEEN GOOD TO KNOW YOU – PETE SEEGER
Daily Post: Last Words – You have the chance to write one last post on your blog before you stop blogging forever. Write it. Have a great life, y’all!