Nature's Not Sheltering in Place
Welcome to TheStoryIsTheThing's New Newsletter | ISSUE 1, march25.2020
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Nature’s Not Sheltering in Place
Someone didn't get the memo to Nature to shelter in place. She's just out there. Gallivanting around. Heaving flowers this way and blossoms that. And the birds. What's up with that? Should they not be Nesting in Place? Here are a few random field reports. | READ ON
SONGS of COMFORT, SONGS of HOME: “Two Guitars, One Heart”
In the latest in a series of songs for sheltering in place, here’s an instrumental track featuring two passes on my Guild classical guitar. Calming music for crazy days. If you like it, download it for free at the link. At two points in this instrumental improvisation, I quote two familiar tunes: one by a really old guy, and the other starring a really young guy and his winged friend. See if you can ID them.
The Long Life of a PopCult
I dislike the word ‘blog.’ It sounds like bad news from a doctor: “I’m sorry, you have a condition we call ‘a blog.'” (Which is true, in the case of sorry ones.) I’m accepting nominations for a new word. ‘Diary’ and ‘journal’ are too dated. ‘Feed’ sounds like a cow. Submit nominations in the comments or on FB to this post.
Meanwhile, as we settle into social isolation and life constricts to a few rooms, I wish to note folks who still publish worthy original content online—and whose work we might visit for a little headspace.
Rudy Panucci has fought the good fight on several fronts with his long-running blog PopCult and its companion music shows. If I am not mistaken, PopCult is the Last Blog Standing of all the ones we launched so long ago. His creation is a curious, polyglot and intriguing beast. | READ ON
SONGS of COMFORT, SONGS of HOME: A West Virginia Medley
I don't know whether spending the better part of a day crafting a music video from an old performance is the height of absurdity and uselessness as a tsunami of global suffering bears down upon the human race. But we could do worse, as we hunker down together, than to listen to this Clementines version of Hazel Dickens' great "West Virginia, My Home." | READ ON