Words and Music
Truth be told, as much as I fantasize about copping a persona like Tom Waits, I’m a middle class kid from suburbia. I like to say I’m from the Hudson Valley; it sounds cooler. I AM from the Hudson Valley, just not quite far enough away from Manhattan to really be upstate; though my cousins…
I consider myself one of the last baby boomers; asleep in my cradle as an assassin tore camelot asunder, legally overt segregation in its final years. My peers and I were born at the end of an epoch of innocence, and entered into a culture of anything but. One of my earliest musical memories is Woodstock… I think. I was…
OK, I may not be the LAST Baby Boomer… but almost. ’62, ’63, ’64, these demographical assignments are not an exact science. The thing is – I have my perspective. It began sometime around “Woodstock” (they say 7 is the age of reason) and took hold through the following decade. I still think I’m cooler…