Crowded Lines

Crowded Lines

Recently, for the first time in nearly 30 years, I heard the song, “Don’t Dream It’s Over”, by the Australian band, Crowded House. (The band comprised Paul Hester, Nick Seymour, and the Finn brothers — Neil, Tim, and Dorsal.) Along with a...
Tickled Pink (Floyd)

Tickled Pink (Floyd)

A client told me she’d gone to Madison Square Garden to see David Gilmour on the last night of his recent North American tour. Hearing that gave me gifts of reminiscence both nostalgic and whimsical. Thinking about David Gilmour and Pink Floyd always reminds me...
Finding Dick Clark?

Finding Dick Clark?

Dick Clark has been gone almost four years. But his past — the origins and ethnic derivations of the celebrity entrepreneur and perennial New Year’s Eve fixture — remained stubbornly murky … until now. According to Clark’s Wikipedia profile, he was...
Aye, There’s the Rub

Aye, There’s the Rub

I have to admit I’m not one to keep up with all of the statutes that govern my particular state, which happens to be Connecticut. Given the possibility that one can find himself in violation of said statutes — however unwittingly, innocuously, or innocently — it...
Market Karma

Market Karma

I don’t want to sound vindictive. But there are very rare moments at which the market’s disinclination to tolerate garbage dovetails harmoniously with karma’s disinclination to being denied. And when they come along, you have to take notice. Case in...
Danny Gatton: The Darkness of Talent

Danny Gatton: The Darkness of Talent

On October 4, 1994, guitarist Danny Gatton was found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound at his home in Newburg, Maryland. In early 1989, some friends and I had the privilege of seeing and hearing Danny Gatton play in Hartford, Connecticut. It was a cold, snowy...