Sunday, November 25, 2012

Once when I was in Alabama, I was looking for a famous blues bar.
I asked this guy who was standing next to a run down building where the place might be.
I could have sworn he told me "red chair"

Friday, November 23, 2012

Records falling like the rane in Spokain

I got my most rides in a year record at 775.1 Now I'm going for 800.
  It was a nice blue sky and I needed 12 miles for a best year for bike distance. At 12 miles I was sitting outside at Madison Park Bakery with a large coffee and a maple bar when I felt some drops of rain. 
I got my most rides in a year record at 775.1 Now I'm going for 800. 
Ten miles to home hope the rain holds back, knocked back the coffee and split
With about 6 miles away from home I was soaked. 
That was Monday
I've got five weeks to get the next 24.9 miles and Monday next looks to be a nice day.

Is there a point to this story? 
A moral? 

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

 Decided to not be such a wimp and ride my bike in the rain 
Only did ten miles 
On the way, I saw a couple models posing for a picture 
I hadn't intended to splash them but I had to stick to the curb due to passing cars 
Anyway a bike doesn't splash much 
So I don't think that was the problem 
Maybe it was getting my leg caught on the umbrella knocking them off balance 
guy ended up sitting with his butt off the curb in the street 
Camera guy called me an asshole 
gave me the finger 

Should ride more often

So my hair is going all Einsteiny on me, thought I'd go get a haircut. Stopped at my favorite Queen Anne Starbucks first. Guy looks at my Michelle button and says "You actually gonna vote for those commies?" .  Hah, I said "I just like to look at hot babes, but, sure, why not", says I. 
"You spending your welfare check on a five buck cuppa coffee, then?. 
Actually, sez I, I am worth several million all my real estate is paid for and provides me with more than enough moolah to afford to drink here . But, if you people want to vote for Romney, it's fine with me. Your taxes will go up and I'll get richer. If you like that scenario, why not cut out the middle man and pay for my short drip and a yoghurt cup?
That was so much fun I forgot the haircut.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

For piano and Cello.
I call it "Chamber Bop"
Sort of inspired by Charles Mingus

Sunday, August 19, 2012

My wife complains that my hearing is going
She gets tired of me saying "huh" all the time

I more or less fall into a chair when I sit down
And it takes some grunting to rise from there.

I have a persistent pain in my left hip 
I walk with a sort of rolling hopalong gait

I forget things
Hell I've always forgotten things
I can still see as good as ever

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Hank Williams - Cool Water.wmv

Rode the lake today, fifty miles. Took 2.5 pints of Gatorade and a refillable pint of cool clear. Bought another litre seven miles from home and this song came to mind

A little opera and a deeply brilliant poem. One of the great songs of the last century.
Dan is his mule and the devil is a mirage that Dan wants to follow.
Have any of you ever struggled to find something vitally important?
How about cool clear Obama?

Monday, August 6, 2012

Little wind sprint

5.98 miles
10.3 average speed
34.1 maximum speed
00:34.11 trip time
2669.6 odometer



Loosely based on "Moanin'" by Charles Mingus
Planning to present this live next time I get the opportunity

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Negative numbers

Had a dream this morning, got out of bed, went to make coffee. The wife asks to be driven to her volunteer job with the Democrats. Got her halfway there when something odd struck me. The road stayed the same road and didn't veer off in strange impossible directions. Then some Mozart happened on the radio. at least I thought it was Mozart. Sounded familiar, but what was it? Upon closer listening, I decided it was early Beethoven. But which early Beethoven? We had a earnest discussion about Ludwig's early symphonies but couldn't come to any conclusion. Soon after I dropped her off, the man comes on the radio telling me more and more that "That was symphony number forty-one by Mozart,  the Jupiter".
So I was right.
It was Beethoven's symphony number minus-one!

Little while later I awoke to find myself in the Queen Anne Cafe with a coffee cup in my hand and a waffle in front of me.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


Dr. Sarah Goldstein - Schultz

Regrets making a commitment to attend the award ceremony
when she is so close to publication.
It will not be a pleasant evening

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Tour de Madison Park

23.72 miles
10.7 average
33.5 max speed
2:11:53 hours
2663.6 odometer

Monday, July 2, 2012

Those hands are sapient creatures.
I can well imagine the piano wanting to follow them home.
Valentina Lisitsa plays Beethoven

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Alas, my love...

Ophelia, Ophelia
What's the deal ya
Left me all alone
Beside the telephone
Waitin' for your call 
Don'cha know your all 
I long for in a world 
Won'cha be my girl 

Ophelia, Ophelia, 


Saturday, June 23, 2012

Link to my latest work in progress

A concerto for horn and orchestra

 click here

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

More bike ride stuff

34:92 miles 10.1 average speed 3:27.23 hours 2639.9 odometer. splog

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Click on the link below and read about my adventure with a bicycle, a girl, and a dog. And a guitar.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Seventy freakin' miles!

70.63 miles
10.3 average speed
34.5 maximum speed
2604.9 odometer
6:50.49 riding hours
9:15 real hours

Rainier Beach to Marymore Park and back.

Sunday, June 10, 2012


String quintet

 Click on the link above and listen to the string quarter live.
It's called Frustration

Tuesday, May 29, 2012


I am getting old, or sick. Tried to do 30 miles yesterday. Started out to do 20, would have been satisfied with 10 but felt O.K. at 15 and decided to try for 30. Didn't make it. Checked out the new addition to the ship canal trail and found myself 17 miles away from home at the Ballard bridge. By the time I got back to UW I was feeling weak by the time I got almost to Leschi I was walking even on the flat. Dragged my sorry ass to Leschi and called Meredith to come and get me. Got 26.18 miles (including the walking) which seems to be my limit these days So phooey! 26.18 miles 9.0 average speed 34.4 maximum speed, don't know where that happened. 2:54:16 hours on the trail. 2534.16 miles on the odometer. Splog

Monday, May 28, 2012


Had an interesting time at Folklife this weekend. Saturday, got there early for some French Canadian foot stomping dance music. Then after wandering around listening to jazz, rock, marimba, violin, cello, saxophone, banjo, guitar, ukulele playing musicians in bands, trios, duets, and soloists, around the center, I settled on the grass for a set of rockabilly bands. Was a wonderful warm day, I left before the gunfights. Got home to find my house keys not in my pocket. Good excuse to go back Sunday. Sunday, I went to the lost and found, but they didn't have the keys, so I decided I might as well listen to some tunes to take my mind off my loss. Noticed in the program that there was an exhibition of "Shape-Note" singing. Always wondered what that was about, so I headed in that direction. As I closed in on the event I heard massed voices that didn't sound any different than any other massed voices, those massed for the purpose of singing anyway. Quite different than voiced massed for yelling at sporting events, and very very different than 10'000 massed voices making blood curdling howl as the rush down slope at you with bayonets. Turns out the "Shape-Note" refers to the shape of the notes on the score, little squares, triangles, circles, and squares. Leaves me out of the choir, cause I flunked geometry in high school. Not true, I got a good grade in geometry in high school. I got the same as the teachers cheer leader pet. Teacher's name was Eisele or something. She embarrassed me in class by telling me I shouldn't "hide my (something or other) under a bushel I have to this day no idea what she was talking about, but I knew she didn't appreciate me messing up her prejudices. Or her thing for miss pom-pom. What we didn't know about puberty back then. Anyway, the singing was very nice, reminded me however of church and its sinister seduction. I'm not planning on going to church however, I've learned my lesson there. Their strange rituals, this weird "prayer" thing, and their blood thirsty Bible stories put my back hairs up and I do not feel welcome there. And since my run in with Meighan Pritchard I don't feel safe. Found I had left the keys in a pie shop when I made change. Day ended up with Sousa's "Star Spangled Banner" march played by the Ballard Sedentary Sousa Band. Always a good closer.

Monday, April 23, 2012

Walking sixty second street

A neurotic stroll in  a  dangerous part of town.
For piano and Tenor Saxophone

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Gone from me

She gets this way sometimes
Kind of sad, really

 I don't know what brings it on
 I want to help

When it's not too bad, she says there is
Nothing I can do

 Mostly, she is happy
She is really sweet

In public, she is always cheerful 
Vivacious, some say

Funny, thoughtful, caring 
You would never know

But it scares me
What do I do without her

Thursday, April 19, 2012


One minute memorial for the 150th anniversary of the Civil War
For Wind Quintet; Flute, Oboe, Clarinet, Bassoon, Horn


Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Monday, April 16, 2012


I know it is too late.
If she was going to come it would have been by now
The flowers I brought are going limp
Turning brown
Yet I wait
As I have waited before
As I wait now for all those who
Hover In my dreams

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Thought I wuz gonna DIE!

26.91 miles
3:18:00 hours
8.9 avg speed
29 max speed
2508.1 odo

Must be getting sick for this ride do kick my ass like it did.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Bike ride splog

25.09 miles
9.9 average
28.8 max speed
2:31:54 time
2481.1 odometer

Sunday, April 1, 2012

sticks, twigs, bits of string

Safe in a fortress built from the skeletons of my meatless memories
Surrounded by the stories I have accumulated.
Protected by the escarpment of my wise investments.
Invisible to my enemies.

I no longer need shoes.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Doctors without space - time coordinates

On my last bike ride, I rode by a Tardis (English call box) outside a small shop near the lake in Magnolia Park. I thought I might post a picture of it and make some silly ass of a joke about the Doctor visiting us to save us from these GOP turkeys who are trying to destroy everything we true Americans were trying to stand for. So today I grabbed a camera and was halfway out the door when I realized I could find a picture much easier on line.

It was a stupid idea anyway

I'm not going to do it.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

And a cup of coffee

This is a bike ride log - containing the word "SPLOG" to distinguish it so I can locate older ones in case I ever want to put them all together and make a graph of my muscular degeneration over the years.
So far, I haven't wanted to do that.



20.10 miles
11:58:25 minutes
10.1 average
37.2 maximum speed
2456.1 on the odometer.

Thank you for listening to this broadcast. Tune in again sometime.

The Madison Park Bakery is a reeeley good place for maple bars and such.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Marche arrière

When you look through a magnifying glass, the image distorts as you move in and out of focus.
At one point, the image inverts.
I often wonder exactly what the image is at that precise point.
Perhaps a portal into another world?
A world where there is no concept of "up" or "down"?

Perhaps an omnidimensional galaxy free of motion sickness?
Or an nondimensional infinity free of positional prejudice?
Maybe an extradimensional film of pure nothingness?
A Heisenbergian bipolar dilemma?
An chimerical world of passive agressionality?
A paradoxical praxomatic pumpkin shell?

A dream of blessed oblivion?

Captain Beefheart wondered once about the black paper between a mirror.
Was this what he was talking about?
Is blackness the same as nothingness?
If so, can we sneak up behind it and shoot it in the back?

When the cabbage boils down, it's up to you.

Friday, March 23, 2012


There once was a girl from Nantucket


Who brought home lollipops by the bucket
They were quite sweet
And she thought it a treat
To take one out and suck it
Whose job it was to scrape muck, it
It was quite a bore
To do this odd chore
But she could think of no way to duck it
Who said if an eyebrow offends one should pluck it
She was quite vain
But I thought it insane
When she took a botox filled needle and stuck it
Who found a big bell and struck it
The people from town
Came running around
They thought someone had kicked the bucket
Who had a exceedingly ancient old truck, it
Wouldn't run right
So late one night
She took a baseball bat and struck it
Whose favorite composer was Gluck, it
Seemed the right thing
To give him a ring
But Willibald had, alas, kicked the bucket
Who was advised to read a book about Huck, it
Was a tale 'bout a river
That someone had give her
It was darn good advise , so she tuck it
Who picked up a guitar to pluck it
Her fingers got sore
So she finally swore
To take her musical career and chuck it
Who bought a new truck, it
Was gone the next morn
And she was forlorn
Someone just came up and tuck it
Who had a little too much pluck, it
Was late in the night
When she went out to fight
The cops brought her home in a bucket
Who had unusually bad luck, it
Seemed like the thing
To learn how to sing
But her voice hit a window and bruck it

Monday, March 19, 2012


Got a little ride in today. In spite of a winter spent on my ass, My wierd legs seem to be stronger than ever.
Go figger.

10.62 miles
58.48 minnits
10.8 average speed
35.3 max speed
2435.9 miles accumulated since I started measuring these statistics.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Work in progress

Got a call for scores; French horn an impossible job.
Checked out Mozart's horn concerto for inspiration...I need a drink.
I thought of writing a joky piece using only notes out of the horn's range
So I wrote this instead, it's terrible, it's impossible.
At least I think it probably is.


Wish I could play horn so's I know for sure this was impossible

Friday, March 16, 2012


I remember -
She said she was going to walk down by the lake
That's the last I ever saw her

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Orpheus and Eurydice

Orpheus and Eurydice;
All during the opening heartbreaker scene in which Eurydice is already dead and Orpheus is lamenting his heart out, I couldn't keep Roy Orbison's "Unchained Melody" out of my head.

Then Deus showed up ex bicycle...

Later after a quick trip to hell, Orphy visited a hippie commune distinct for the odd fact that everyone there had found their "own true love".

Takes all kinds.

So whilst trying to drag Eurie out of hell they have this wonderful cross-purpose conversation that I swear I've heard many times on Dr.Phil, Oprah, Jerry Springer and in my VERY OWN HOME! Anyway, She dies again and everything ends happily.

(Not that I actually aver watch any of those shows, but I have heard about them)

Until the honeymoon is over.

I can hear it now; "Sure you were willing to sacrifice everything that gave any meaning to your life and descend into hell to bring me back to the world of the living, but you never do that anymore".

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

On the road again

Out of shape ever since I won a bronze in the the cookie toss at the toilet bowl last Oct, still managed 12.25 miles


12.25 miles
1:22:01 hours
8.9 average speed
38.5 maximum speed
2425.4 on the odometer.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Our Oregon vacation

A bit of winter storm along the Oregon Coast near Yachats.

First three are of rock park across form the cabin we stayed in.

The others are at Devil's churn, just a bit south of Yachats

When we arrived in Yachats, the wind was howling, the wind was moaning, the wind was shrieking, screaming, and screeching.The wind was whistling Dixie.

We missed the big winds, but it was a joy to behold nonetheless.

Day before we got there the winds got up to 120 mph.
We only got some 70's and 80's
Still a thrill to walk around in.