July 11, 2000: Here goes — ten years since I last attempted to write anything of consequence. It was on June 17, 1990 that I moved up to Boston to play drums in The Immigrants. Fittingly, it was both Father’s Day and Bunker Hill Day. And now here I am trying to pick up a... Continue Reading →
My Desktop Inspiration
July 13, 2010: I read an arts review of Norman Rockwell in The New York Times this past Sunday. Several of his works from the private collection of George Lucas and Steven Spielberg were put on display at the Smithsonian. On a rainy summer day at East Hampton, I would flip through the pages of... Continue Reading →