Here’s a look at the concert that never was … thanks to everyone for your support for my album announcement yesterday. Here’s a glimpse into what it looked like in Tiny Telephone studio in San Francisco.
In March, I had to cancel a house concert due to the COVID-19 shutdown. Not knowing when I’d play another show, I decided to record a live album. So, here it is. Just me and my guitar. Playing the songs as you would have heard them at the concert that never was.
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Recorded at Tiny Telephone San Francisco (June 2, 3, 8, 2020)
I was involved in Taekwondo for more than 25 years as an instructor, coach, and practitioner. And I met a lot of great people along the way.
Now, I’m happy to say I have one Taekwondo short story to my name. “The Holding Area” is coming out soon in the most recent edition of Aethlon: The Journal of Sport Literature.
The story’s written from the point of view of a junior competitor seeking a shot at a national title after battling her way back from a disappointing loss the previous year.
I’m happy to report that I just wrapped up recording a new record. It look a fair amount of time (okay, decades), but I think this is the album I’ve always meant to record — just me and my guitar.
Fingers pressed tight I clench the callous-making strings And recall the thunder in your walls. Smokey, Alfie, Jimmy Crucifix, and more Held down the funkified groove For the hounds at the gate and An army of punks and rockers. The carpet is worn, The soda machine sold beer, And my ears ring for joy. Then, in a nanosecond eternity A guitar cries in my dream, A million candles ignite, and …
I pause to inhale one last blast of instant nirvana.
Thank you, Carole Lennon And all the staff over the years For the refuge you gave. An hour or three at a time. From the small rooms To the soundstage To the bones in the hallway. As you dim the lights And shut the door, We salute you.
(Written to mark the closing of Lennon Studios’ hourly space – 1984 to 2020)
Thanks to Potato Soup Journal for picking up my short story “Always on the Run.” This story was inspired by a line from a song. I’ll leave it at that in case anyone wants to guess the song and artist. One clue: the song is not by my favorite band.
The Assignment: You have 48 hours to make a 2-minute (or shorter) film. Include three lines (at least) from any play (I chose “Waiting for Godot”). Incorporate toilet paper (or a mask). Indicate the passing of time. And add ten seconds of motion.
In these times of shelter-in-place, I’ve been thinking back to many of the amazing places RL and I have visited over the years. I look forward to a time when we can return to favorite spots and explore new destinations.
Need a distraction? Got a minute? Check out my One-Minute Story channel on YouTube. All of the short-short stories have been performed and posted during the time of Shelter-in-Place due to the Coronavirus.
Stay inside if you can. For those deemed essential, thank you for everything you do.