About

If ever asked what I wanted to do for a living, I’d have said be a writer. My brother always told me that this was not possible, as I was neither gay, nor oppressed.  Granted, a crass statement on the face of it, and redundant in our culture.  But it is a snarky shorthand for the sentiment that compelling art comes from individuals of character, and character is refined through our response to adversity.  The easy life is not compelling.

Oppression has not found me.  However,  I’ve come to see the world through the lens of a husband and a father.    The intensity of joy, sadness, surprise and humor I’ve fallen into is shocking.  Permeating the experience is a quiet enduring terror at the fragility of it all.  And this has brought the world around me into a much sharper relief.  My life is still easy, but I have much to lose, and little control.

But quiet desperation is not for me. Noisy exultation feels better.  My prose is not masterful my musical compositions are simple. But sometimes the two come together to offer something at least eligible of criticism, so feel free.