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You could tell when he got up to the podium that he had seen some­thing that he couldn’t leave behind, that time had stopped and he was claw­ing at it. He was the last speaker for the night. He wasn’t pol­ished. His hair was uneven, plas­tered on his fore­head by a layer of sweat. The suit […]

He was a vio­lent man inca­pable of being faith­ful ton his wife. He was also para­noid. Those qual­i­ties doomed their mar­riage. Feb­ru­ary 17, 2011 5:19 pm via Twit­te­la­torReplyRetweetFavorite @drmstream drm­stream When you tell a story on Twit­ter, you assem­ble it into 140 char­ac­ter or fewer bits and dis­trib­ute it into the stream.  It is different […]

When you walk into a grave­yard, there is nobody there. There is no sud­den rever­sal of time, no enlight­en­ing con­se­quence of the human mys­tery unwound by a talk­ing head­stone, or a friendly ghost, or a time switch that leaves you snug­gled against your grand­mother dur­ing a rag­ing bliz­zard. You can’t turn the cor­ner of the […]

When you grow up deaf there are so many things you don’t know. The sound of rain on the roof. The roar of waves as they crest, their agony as they crash. The huff­ing sound of some­one run­ning behind you. The scrap­ing sound your nails make as you scratch your neck. The brisk snap­ping of gum. The clank­ing ring of […]

The heav­enly blisses Of his kisses Fill me with ecstasy. He’s sweet just like choco­late candy And just like honey from the bee. I’m Just Wild About Har­ryfrom Shuf­fle Along. In 1921, Broad­way jumped to East 63rd Street on New York’s West Side with the first inte­grated musi­cal to make it big on stage. The hit num­ber was […]

I Dusk is falling early in the gar­den as the sun slides behind the sky­scrap­ers. As the light dims, the sound grows fuller, a deep-bellied rum­ble that echoes against the pale green Aspen leaves, the cast iron and brushed metal sculp­tures, the gran­ite gar­den walls, the slate-laid plat­forms, the plate glass win­dows, the clat­ter­ing traffic […]

The blues to me is like being very sad, very sick, goin to church, being very happy. There’s twokinds of blues; there’s happy blues and there’s sad blues. I don’t think I ever sang the same way twice. I don’t think I ever sang the same tempo. One night it is a lit­tle bit slower, […]

When I still believed in fairies, I walked alone up a moun­tain in the west of Ire­land, the bog slip­ping away as I pushed along a faint trail past a hid­den lake and beyond a stony ridge. I believed I was some­one who walked alone in the wild, but I wasn’t. I was in a fevered […]

Why do I just wither and for­get all resis­tance When you and your magic pass by? My 12-year is ready to hear music now. Car rides become the oppor­tu­nity for dis­cov­ery. Yes­ter­day, we heard the care­ful bal­ance between art and craft and authen­tic­ity: Chrissie Hynde, Aretha Franklin and Sarah Vaughan. I could feel the music opening […]

Lis­ten and let your mind go still.