The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.
In Times of Vinyl
by Regis Boff
There was a time when we bought vinyl albums and expected to find every song in them to be transcendent. Many were performed by the artists who wrote them. It made the sixties and early seventies different. We began to realize what one person could do artistically within one art form. I don’t exactly recall the first album of this kind I came in contact with, but I know my first reaction was to do drugs, grow my hair long, and dress in outfits that resulted in the grateful and premature onset of my parent’s Alzheimer’s.