It’s not that you haven’t been looking. Sometimes they’re right there in front of you.  Sometimes they’re hiding under the covers. But they’re never far away.  Usually, they’re moving around in the studio while you’re busy facebooking through the show.… Read more ›

I’m always swinging.  Whether you know it or not. Even during the RadiObituaries. And this RadiObituary RetrOspective should be enough to make you understand why. http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/east/2014/11282014.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

I’ve taken to turning the lights down in the studio like I used to. Way way back in the moist cavernous bosom of the majestic Alms Hotel, I would even pack in my own lights so I wouldn’t have to… Read more ›

I’m looking for you all the time. Hoping you’ll just pop up wherever I am.  Online.  At a show.  Walking around aimlessly the way that I do. But no matter what, you’ll aways pop into my mind when I’m letting… Read more ›

I don’t remember the last time that morning didn’t show up too soon. And that’s not necessarily like me.  Morning is great.  Awake but still sleepy.  Aware but still dreamy.  And, if things are as I want, the perfect chance… Read more ›

I’m like a lake sometimes. I limpid pool of love.  I grow damp in the studio just as much from the heat as knowing that you’re listening. I like to splash around in the silliness until all of you around… Read more ›

When I was a kid, I was totally into putting on shows.  I never so much wanted to be in the front, I was more the impresario type. I’d convince teachers to let me put together a play.  I organized… Read more ›

There’s no doubt about this kind of thing when it comes to me. You’ve read way too many of my ramblings over the years about me and rain and thunder and all that. Yet somehow these days I love it… Read more ›