Reaching My Teen Through Music

Reaching My Teen Through Music

Much as I did (and still do) with my older daughter, I share a bond through music with my teen. Only a week prior I had taken her to see a band (Badflower) whose music we had discovered together, over the summer. This time around, Badflower was the headliner, and one of the openers was Weathers – who neither of us had ever heard of.

Living a different life (at Pixar)

Living a different life (at Pixar)

Creativity Inc. has everything I look for. Stories that connect to real events that support points being made. Valuable lessons. Every Agile (Manifesto) Principle in action. Metaphors! Humility and honesty. Mindfulness. A reinforcement of the importance and value of organizational health and empowering culture. Cool technology. Steve Jobs at his best. Every point Ed makes is connected…

Finding New Music

Finding New Music

I have an imagination that works constantly, from running fantasies about the amazing things I’d do if I won the lottery to imagining a bucket list item being fulfilled … like getting the chance to play the drums on stage with band I love, for a song… I regularly think about those choices in life that have taken me down the path I’m on, as in – what if I’d chosen something different? A writer, a chef, a military officer, a drummer, a detective, a radio host, a football coach, a winemaker… or, in this case, a music producer. 

Rule Number One for Songwriters

Rule Number One for Songwriters

I have one rule when it comes to a song that, when violated, instantly dictates that I will not like it. No matter the artist. No matter the genre. I am talking about a phrase, repeated, consecutively, more than twice, particularly without change in meaning by inflection or change in dynamics. Join me as I describe why I hate the Grammys, discuss music that breaks the rule, and get creative “correcting” the lyrics of a brand new Shinedown song.

Dolphins Owner’s Neglect Forces Fan Retirement

This is a move to preserve my ego, sanity, and not be dragged down by the embarrassment of how poorly the Miami Dolphins are managed. As I pack my father’s old army duffel with jerseys, jackets, hats, t-shirts, sweatshirts, sweatpants, shorts, polos, and even socks to store away in the back corner of my closet, I am thinking that I will not live to see the day that the Dolphins are good again. With a sarcastic sense of humor, and many years of analysis, I will explain.