Category: db’s music
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Music: Look at all the dandelions #NomowMay2025
Here’s a song that our overgrown lawn inspired. The lyrics speak of seeing beyond the surface of things and being ready for what arises.
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Music: Window seat behind (2025)
Here’s a song that came to me on a cold day last week in Chicago, when it was snowing in New Orleans. Lyrics: Cold and ugly winter day, grey skies and nasty wind The temperature is sub-zero and it’s snowing in New Orleans. The only blue my eyes can see is the flapping tarpaulin It…
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Music: Who’s Driving This Train?
Here’s a fresh piece from the semi-frozen garage: Andy’s and my first experiment with the “blues stick,” the 3-string electric cigar box guitar that my daughter and son-in-law gave me this Christmas. I like the way we don’t need a drum track to keep up our steady rhythm, which feels as inevitable as the train…
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Music: Puritan death march to the right (2024)
Here’s a song that emerged after the November elections. The lyrics: This world would be my fourteenth change of a nation’s blood This place has been leaning ever since the flood. The game looks like forever, he said we could all go home. What follows is a process over which we’ve no control (no control).…
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Music: Welcome, cold December (2024)
Here’s a song that sort of fell out of my acoustic Yamaha last week. I picked it up and an odd voicing came out when my hands hit the strings. I looped it in GarageBand and added words that grew from the feel. The most innovative element was picking up my wife’s violin for the…
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Music: 4th Quarter song
No, it’s not about the epic failure at the end of yesterday’s Bears game, but about autumn, the end of things, death and transformation in relationships and status too. In other words, a sad song that came from me in as the green of Chicagoland summer turned slowly brown a couple weeks ago. Here is…
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Music: “Grown Old,” my 1986 reflection on the 1968 Chicago riots
As the Chicago DNC wound down last week, I recorded this song, which I wrote when a callow 24 year old. It was my take on how the 1968 yippie riot generation had aged, fifteen years on. At that time in my life I was starting to work closely with wealthy liberals and so got…
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Music: December Song (2007)
Fifteen years ago, I lost the commitment of a woman who loved me well. She correctly saw that we were incompatible, and I am grateful that she pulled the plug on us, but I didn’t see it coming, and so it really hurt. We had been close companions for three years. We’d travelled together, grown…
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