Whew! All the brouhaha about the fiftieth anniversary of the Woodstock Music and Arts Fair is slip sliding away. I spent much ofAugust obsessed with trying to prove I was there with my paintings. To some extent I succeeded, but my efforts haven’t yet brought me the fame and fortune I was pining for. Nonetheless,… [Read More]
Woodstock 1969, Part III: Requiem for the spirit of 1969
I published this post on August 12, 2009, as the third in my series on the Woodstock Festival. I’ve changed the dates on all three posts so that they’ll appear at the top of my blog menu, but other than that I’ve left them unchanged. Stay tuned by subscribing so you won’t miss my 50th… [Read More]
Woodstock 1969, Part II: Stuck in the muck for 16 straight hours of music
The cliff hanger ending of the first post in my 1969 Woodstock Festival saga left me standing next to my paintings at the art show on the hilltop a couple of hundred yards from the stage, early on Friday evening. Country Joe McDonald was playing by then, and I’d just come face to face with… [Read More]
Woodstock 1969: I was there with my paintings. Now if only I could prove it!
I published the following blog post in August, 2009, around the time of the 40th Anniversary of the Woodstock Music and Art Fair. Ten years later, on the 50th Anniversary, I still need to prove I was there. Yes, there was actually an art show! Would you believe I won second prize in the… [Read More]
Appreciation, Albany Poets and Word Fest
Julie, I love and admire this window into your world, your history, your heart and–hallelujah–your healthy brain. What an honoring account of your parents and their contributions to your creative/writer self. Your voice is compassionate and generous. SUBDURAL promises to be captivating. Marj Hahne left the comment above about my previous post, “How a Near-Death… [Read More]
How a Near-Death Experience Jump Started My Memoir
There’s nothing like a near-death experience to bring home the realization that it’s high time to get to work on that memoir you’ve been procrastinating about for ages. My own epiphany came about when I emerged from emergency brain surgery the day before Halloween. I’d been laid low by a subdural hematoma on October 29th—ironically,… [Read More]