Catching up on some New Yorkers lately and in the August 30, 2010 issue there is a brief poem. The Poet is David Musgrave. The title of the poem is “On The Inevitable Decline Into Mediocrity Of The Popular Musician Who Attains A Comfortable Middle Age”.
Still need mailing addresses for Sonny and bostonhistorian for the RUSH DVDs.
You might have noticed that PBS has purchased an RTH ad for the upcoming LENNONYC doc. This is precisely the kind of advertising we want to embrace. If you agree please take a minute and click on the ad so that they know we’re interested! The preview following the link is enticing and includes soundbites from would-be-Friend of The Hall Klaus Voorman.
There have been a lot of Lennon interviews available on dimeadozen in the last two months that I’ve been listening to. Some long ones from late 1980 and others from the early ’70s including the lost weekend period. John was amazing, such a jumble of contradictions, but always sincere, always “Lennon”.
It’s been 30 years and still every time I think of his murder or see the name Mark David Chapman I am filled with an anger that one would think should not still burn at such a high temperature.
Catching up on some New Yorkers lately and in the August 30, 2010 issue there is a brief poem. The Poet is David Musgrave. The title of the poem is “On The Inevitable Decline Into Mediocrity Of The Popular Musician Who Attains A Comfortable Middle Age”.
And the poem is:
O Sting, where is thy death?
A bit of business:
Still need mailing addresses for Sonny and bostonhistorian for the RUSH DVDs.
You might have noticed that PBS has purchased an RTH ad for the upcoming LENNONYC doc. This is precisely the kind of advertising we want to embrace. If you agree please take a minute and click on the ad so that they know we’re interested! The preview following the link is enticing and includes soundbites from would-be-Friend of The Hall Klaus Voorman.
There have been a lot of Lennon interviews available on dimeadozen in the last two months that I’ve been listening to. Some long ones from late 1980 and others from the early ’70s including the lost weekend period. John was amazing, such a jumble of contradictions, but always sincere, always “Lennon”.
It’s been 30 years and still every time I think of his murder or see the name Mark David Chapman I am filled with an anger that one would think should not still burn at such a high temperature.