Category Archives: radio

“She absolutely can’t sing”

re: My cousin (female) who I haven’t spoken to or seen in about 25 years about Stevie Nicks I’m sitting here nursing a sore back for the start of the third week, listening to Nicks’ first solo album. ‘After the … Continue reading

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My Depression Top Ten Hits

re-run of previous column for the latecomers. . .  It has become trendy among the various blogs and websites covering mental illness, to feature lists of songs that people play when depressed or play when they need to rally from … Continue reading

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A Christmas Story, or a Gift Only I Could Love (1972)

So huddle around the Trump Dumpster Fire and I’ll tell you a personal true story of a Christmas 45 years ago. Yes, I am old. On Christmas Eve we were in the car headed for my paternal grandparent’s house next … Continue reading

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Field of Dreams

Ray Kinsella: Fifty years ago, for five minutes you came within… y-you came this close. It would KILL some men to get so close to their dream and not touch it. God, they’d consider it a tragedy. Dr. Archibald “Moonlight” … Continue reading

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My Depression Top Ten Hits (plus one)

Note to readers (all six of you): the muse has not been friendly the last six weeks, ergo, nothing from me. As I’ve said before it’s not that I didn’t want to write or have anything to say, but when … Continue reading

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Dad, you ever hear of The Tubes?

I always prided myself on thinking on my feet. In my family, it was a survival skill and often the result of the mercurial nature of my other three family members.  It was a fine summer afternoon back in 1976 … Continue reading

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Turn the %#&*# Noise Down

I can sympathize One of the more irritating ‘little’ things about my condition is noise sensitivity. I don’t think this topic gets talked about or studied as much as it should. Perhaps it’s because for most people, they can’t imagine … Continue reading

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