Life is Amazing…
I love the xylophone. Actually, I love any tuned instrument that creates sound by hitting it with something, whether that something be mallets, sticks, brushes, fingers, hands, whatever. In a word, percussion. In western music we hear the xylophone, or variations of it, played in symphonies and jazz. It's also commonly heard in African... Continue Reading →
Revise revise revise. Yesterday's post had 22 revisions. Yup. TWENTY-TWO. Why so many? Because the rhythm was off. Perhaps because I started out as a poet, or perhaps because I honed my craft for radio, or perhaps because I now sing and make music as well, for me as a writer, if it ain't got... Continue Reading →
I love night's quiet. When I lived in Budapest, I loved walking home late at night. The song of rigó birds filled the air as I climbed the stairs from the river to the top of the Castle District where I'd pause to admire the view of the Danube and the lights of Pest; then... Continue Reading →
Alison Amazed 