My post a couple of days ago – Cognitive Dissonances: I love great music… – was my 500th here at VinceT.net.
It’s a milestone, I guess, and another sign of those two words I just posted about
Though I’d been blogging for many years as my corporate alter-ego, BadConsultant
[who is officially drinking a margarita on his private retirement island, though was kind enough to leave his knowledge management database for our use]
It happened again. I caught myself in Facebook messenger, typing
this time to encourage someone to continue pursuing the spark of poetry kindling in their heart.
A couple of weeks ago, it was to reinforce a young song-writer in her decision to begin journaling as a route to lyrical release.
Last year, it was to support a friend while her partner was in long-term hospitalization
[something our family knows a bit about]
Everyone is wrestling with the new musiconomy. The music industry
[a creation of the mid-late 20th century, let’s not forget]
is following a business model that is no longer dying, but has been dead for years
[you know that the corporate halls of Warner Brothers, EMI, Sony, etc. just STINK of necrophilia]
and a common lament is the pittance that artists and songwriters earn from streaming services.
While, objectively, this argument is completely va
Well, today was Day 3 of our being cabin-bound for winter storm Juno
[you know, the storm that didn’t happen, because New York didn’t get hit so hard… despite the fact that we had nearly 3 feet of snow, drifting to 5 or 6 feet in places]
and, when the kids shouted for the umpteenth time that we should go out and play in the snow, I proposed an alternative plan. Here’s what we did instead of the usual, for a little while at least…
Every so often, I take a hard look at the gear I’ve accumulated over the years, with an eye to whether it might be better placed with someone else
[though, in reality, I seldom actually get rid of anything!]
So it was that I spent some time revisiting my first ‘proper’ guitar, a 1985 Tokai Super Edition VS-80.
Though my first ever guitar was an Encore Stratocaster copy
[black, with white pickguard which I subsequently swapped out for a black one, and painted th
I was just checking in on iTunes to see whether Grope was now available
[it is, now sitting proudly alongside Sparse]
and, for the first time, I looked at both covers side by side:
It may just be me that sees it, but the physical orientation of my body and guitar on Grope mirrors the branches on Sparse pretty closely. Do you see it?
The two photos are completely unrelated.
The branches on Sparse are in my back yard, captured on a very cold day whil
Last night, news anchors seemed genuinely surprised
that the Paris terrorists may have been part of a larger cell of
up to 6 people. At the same time, the undertone of Islamic terrorists being uncivilized heathens
[wait… how do they use computers when we’ve bombed them back to the stone age?!!]
I honestly was doing double-take after double-take as the pieces rolled by.
The narrative of the lone shooter, the crazed
Anywhere But Here is track 2 from my recent release, Grope. It’s an unabashed slice of Britpop, built around a series of chord cycles, with my Fender Telecaster taking the main rhythm track.
Anywhere But Here would have been written in about 1994-5, the height of Britpop; the halcyon days of Oasis and Blur fighting it out for the number one spot. And really, the song is pulling from both camps for inspiration – there’s the telecaster rhythm, a nod to Graham Coxon, and the sunshi
Lots of people taking sides on who shot who, why they pulled the trigger, were they right, were they wrong…
At this time of peace, I keep getting drawn back to this meditation, written in response to an atrocity in Syria, but applicable to so much happening in our world right now
LIKE TAKING A GUN – VINCENT TUCKWOOD
It’s like taking a gun and pointing it in your brother’s face Telling them unless they stop you will pull the trigger W
Well, it seems that Christmas Eve is here again – the tree is up, prezzies underneath, food ready for the cooking – and I’m looking forward to time spent in love with my beautiful ladies.
Today is special for me in another way, though. Five years ago today was my last day worked at Pfizer, my last day employed by anyone other than myself, my last day of that corporate shape I inhabited for nearly 20 years
[though it would take a further 10 months of detox to complete