mountainbreakfast

The Slave Trade, and a new song

Theme 258

The garden and a new piano exercise.

Theme 256 – Piano Exercise

Theme 245 and a Song from 1974

I wrote this song when I learned that two sailors from the U. S. Navy jumped ship during the Viet Nam War and came home, refusing to serve any more in that awful war. My dream, of course, was that ALL of the sailors would follow suit and give it up. Not long after, the war ended.

Rowing Home

Theme 245

And yet, one more song

This one is an awkward conversation between the piano and the strings. Not an argument, really, but coming to terms.

Theme 226, Piano and Strings

Old Wisdom and More Music

Theme 225- Strings at Play

Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.

mountainbreakfast

If I Only Had a Song

Writing Songs

New Music