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 ›
Joan Baez
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 ›
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 ›
FORMERLY PASSIONATE BLOGGER WITH MUSIC
PASSIONATE | THE DAILY POST It’s at moments like this that I realize — I really am getting old. Passionate. When I started doing this four and a half years ago, I was passionate. Undisciplined and all over the place…. Read More ›
There’s Music In the Air
I grew up playing the piano. My brother started lessons, but it was obvious he didn’t have an ear for music. I was four. When he finished a lesson, I would sit down and play it with 2 fingers. My… Read More ›
