Fun. I was thinking while reading, "This sounds like lyrics to a song." You have time to get a Halloween hit out of it. I may be more attuned than somebody who never needed to think about bones. After breaking a femur and a hip-pinning I was impressed by the healing noticeable day-by-day. The joint wanted to be well as much as I wanted it to be.
Good to hear from you and your bones! And 'Ouch.' I love your line: 'The joint wanted to be well as much as I wanted it to be.' And, yes, now that my 'folk chamber music' trio THROUGH the TREES is playing out and recording, I will be bringing 'O, SKELETONS' to them once I match a melody to it! Interestingly, the Buddhist monastery I go to in the back hills of West Virginia has a similar full-length skeleton outside the meditation hall, a birthday gift many decades to to the now 97-year-old abbot, Bhante G. Like 'Day of the Dead' in Mexico, some wings of Buddhism bring the skeleton right out into the open to remind us of mortality and reality. There's another one up in the men's dorm and it has freaked more than a few of us entering the main hall after dark with all the lights out except for the spooky red emergency exit light glow ...
Interesting, the association of your Buddhist monastery and skeletons. A natural, but not one I ever heard of before. Mexicans seem to own the franchise. Need a melody? Larry Groce is a local call away. I think he'd like the poem.
Oh, I can find a melody. although I do admire Larry's musical gifts. We are longtime acquaintances, like almost 40 years! Here is a collection on Spotify of some of my tunes off my first CD. (I forget if I did already, but I can mail you a physical copy if you email me an address): https://open.spotify.com/artist/3fsXwl2JvLlj4HSJIwVI6m
I'm grateful for the offer but it's been years since I last played music on anything but computer or radio (Columbia U FM: explore https://www.cc-seas.columbia.edu/wkcr/ Sundays 10a-2p and Tuesday's just as bad after 10p, else jazz & classical). And oh do I have collections, having spent every spare cent on vinyl before moonlighting as a music critic. I always enjoy the clips you post to Substack and will check out your stuff on Spotify, which I faithfully update but have never used. (When I met Larry his [first] wife and my [sound engineer] brother were fellow junkfood junkies in Elkins.)
Funny thing is a few years ago I discovered a couple unopened boxes of my first CD released via CD Baby in 2004, so I've been generous in offering them free to music-inclined friends. Yet 7 of 10 of them — and EVERYONE under 35 — have declined because they no longer have a means of playing a CD. As I myself do not except in my 2010 model car. Time waits for no one ...
I'll always have a CD player, if only in a clock-radio, to (not) play some CDs I treasure. Just need to know I can. Vinyl is a different story. My collection occupies most of a wall but my old KLH20 shorted out (suddenly—terrifying, like a foghorn). I know the options, but time time time …
Fun. I was thinking while reading, "This sounds like lyrics to a song." You have time to get a Halloween hit out of it. I may be more attuned than somebody who never needed to think about bones. After breaking a femur and a hip-pinning I was impressed by the healing noticeable day-by-day. The joint wanted to be well as much as I wanted it to be.
Good to hear from you and your bones! And 'Ouch.' I love your line: 'The joint wanted to be well as much as I wanted it to be.' And, yes, now that my 'folk chamber music' trio THROUGH the TREES is playing out and recording, I will be bringing 'O, SKELETONS' to them once I match a melody to it! Interestingly, the Buddhist monastery I go to in the back hills of West Virginia has a similar full-length skeleton outside the meditation hall, a birthday gift many decades to to the now 97-year-old abbot, Bhante G. Like 'Day of the Dead' in Mexico, some wings of Buddhism bring the skeleton right out into the open to remind us of mortality and reality. There's another one up in the men's dorm and it has freaked more than a few of us entering the main hall after dark with all the lights out except for the spooky red emergency exit light glow ...
Interesting, the association of your Buddhist monastery and skeletons. A natural, but not one I ever heard of before. Mexicans seem to own the franchise. Need a melody? Larry Groce is a local call away. I think he'd like the poem.
Oh, I can find a melody. although I do admire Larry's musical gifts. We are longtime acquaintances, like almost 40 years! Here is a collection on Spotify of some of my tunes off my first CD. (I forget if I did already, but I can mail you a physical copy if you email me an address): https://open.spotify.com/artist/3fsXwl2JvLlj4HSJIwVI6m
I'm grateful for the offer but it's been years since I last played music on anything but computer or radio (Columbia U FM: explore https://www.cc-seas.columbia.edu/wkcr/ Sundays 10a-2p and Tuesday's just as bad after 10p, else jazz & classical). And oh do I have collections, having spent every spare cent on vinyl before moonlighting as a music critic. I always enjoy the clips you post to Substack and will check out your stuff on Spotify, which I faithfully update but have never used. (When I met Larry his [first] wife and my [sound engineer] brother were fellow junkfood junkies in Elkins.)
Funny thing is a few years ago I discovered a couple unopened boxes of my first CD released via CD Baby in 2004, so I've been generous in offering them free to music-inclined friends. Yet 7 of 10 of them — and EVERYONE under 35 — have declined because they no longer have a means of playing a CD. As I myself do not except in my 2010 model car. Time waits for no one ...
I'll always have a CD player, if only in a clock-radio, to (not) play some CDs I treasure. Just need to know I can. Vinyl is a different story. My collection occupies most of a wall but my old KLH20 shorted out (suddenly—terrifying, like a foghorn). I know the options, but time time time …