Old Enough to Know Better

Come the cold and rain in the fall, I sometimes get reflective about old memories, and here's one that burbled up ... Aeons ago...

The smell of burning vegetation wasn’t so bad, but when the flow crossed the road? The stink of melting asphalt was acrid, it made your...

So, the latest round of eye-boogery ... To make a long story short, I noticed my glasses were getting fuzzier on the right side, so I we...

... finds an acorn now and then ... The jam group to which I have belonged for a time, the Closet Musicians, meets once a week. Most o...

Cory Fujimoto, doing a little Pachelbel and Bach ...

So, recent round at the Lehrer acoustic jam, the group started out small: A bass player, harmonica, conga drum (with a small high-hat), ...

Reverend White was preaching the Sunday sermon down at the 1st Baptist Church Once Removed, and he wound for the big finish: "All ri...

We belong to a homeowners association. When we bought this house, umpty-dump years ago, somewhere in the pile of papers we had to sign w...

I have only just begun going out in musical public with my ukulele. (I don't count classes wherein everybody there brought ukes, bu...

So, at the most recent electric blues jam, we did an amp check. Dial 'em down, the guy running it said. We got complaints. Great, ...

Portland, Oregon, is a lovely town in so many ways. Great place to live, good people, great food, weather not too awful. Lovely town–e...

Roland amps: Cube Street, left; AC 33, right. Having joined the dark side as a gearhead, I have recently upgraded my uke amp. Wh...

So, the ukulele songs upon which I am working this month: Here Comes the Sun Dock of the Bay Stand By Me Hallelujah Yesterday In My...

So, the uke band camp I attended this past spring is gearing up for next spring. Early registration for past attendees starts in a few ...

Kay - concept art by Ubin Li There is a bit of writing advice, credited to different writers, usually Faulkner and Samuel Johnson: Jo...

Bebop with lunch, (above), that's Turtle on the arch-top guitar. Miss Delta, on Mississippi Street, in Portland. My lovel...

There's a line about wanna-be writers that sometimes gets bandied about: He doesn't want to write, he wants to have written. It ...

If ever I do an autobiography, this quote, from the mouth of the director at a meeting on the Universal lot regarding a script I co-wrot...