Grief

January 6, 2016 in Coping, Poetry, Reflections, Scrolling Back, Thoughts, Uncategorized

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connection cut
but connection still felt
her presence is all around –
the strands of hair in an idle brush,
a smiling snapshot on the dresser top,
a note found stashed in a coat pocket

he roams from room to room
reaching out in vain, trying to
penetrate the empty space
she left behind
the walls mock him with the
echo of his own weeping

grief has no expiration date
it does not diminish or subside, but
flows like an underground stream,young mary fin
carving out new caverns of being
and flooding to the surface now and again
with a startling paroxysm of tears

but the sun rises and sets
life scrolls on
one copes,
learning to live with grief
just as one learns to tolerate
a pain in the joint or
to tune out a ringing in the ears

AlServ

 

A Happy 2017 Wish to All from Danny

January 3, 2016 in Happenings, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

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the new year

twisting through the turn-around
to soar into a brand new chorus
‘ah, take it again , boys!’
another twelve bars await invention

the groove beckons
the ivory keys entice
inviting all to jam with the
harmony of the spheres

 

Photos by Charlotte McClain

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P.F.Sloan, Lollipop Train, and the Peppermint Trolley Company

December 10, 2015 in Happenings, Thoughts

I was saddened to hear of the recent passing of P.F. Sloan. This was one talented guy – singer/songwriter/ guitarist/ producer.
He never p.f.sloan1achieved the public acclaim that he so richly deserved,but he is deeply respected today by musicians and musicologists. Although I never met the man, I am proud to have had a small musical connection with him through the Peppermint Trolley Company’s single release of Lollipop Train.

After a meteoric rise to prominence in the music business, Sloan seemingly disappeared from the scene for decades, only to reappear later with his talent intact. Here is a brief background on the man:

Originally  from New Jersey, Sloan’s family moved to West Hollywood in 1957 when he was 12. At 13 he began playing guitar, and a year later, while at Wallach’s Music City, he ran into Elvis Presley, who graciously gave him an impromptu lesson. He recorded his first rock and roll single for the  R&B label, Aladdin that same year.

In the early sixties he became a session back-up singer and guitarist and part of the famed circle known as the Wrecking Crew. As a staff writer for Screen Gems he formed a partnership with songwriter, Steve Barri, and the team had their  first hit  with Kick that Little Foot, Sally, Sally by R&B singer, Round Robin. They also recorded their own surf album as the Fantastic Baggies.

As songwriters Sloan and Barri were stylistically versatile and their ears must have been keenly attentive to where things were going, for by the mid-sixties they were writing in a style that  would soon be called folk rock, a genre which had its roots in New York’s Greenwich Village, but which really blossomed on the West Coast. Folk rock was America’s first artistic counter punch to the British Invasion  The team penned a slew of hits for various artists such as The Searchers, Jan and Dean, Hermits’s Hermits, the Turtles, the Grassroots, and the Mamas and Papas.  But it was Eve of Destruction, the multi-million-seller protest song performed by Barry McGuire that put the partnership, and Sloan in particular, on the map.  For a brief time between 1965 and 1967 the songwriting team had its finger on the pulse of youth culture, infusing pop music with the street  savvy sensibility of the poet/outsider.

In the summer of 1966, my brother Jimmy and I, along with our band, the Peppermint Trolley Company were fortunate to get the chance to record and release Sloan-Barri composition, ‘Lollipop Train’, as a single on Valiant Records. We were so jazzed to get the chance to interpret one of his tunes, and considered  producer Dan Dalton’s securing of the song a major coup.

‘Lollipop Train’ was one of those snarling put-downs, and Jimmy, all of seventeen, is sufficiently edgy
with his lead vocal… Lollipop Train 45 1)

You better roll it over in your mind carefully
Before you say that you can do far better than me
Look at the queen in her ragged gown
Demanding to her jester a crown to hold

Don’t you complain. Don’t let me hear you complain
You’re riding on a lollipop train and you never had it so good

In our arrangement  the tune unexpectedly veers into a slightly psychedelic direction.   Dalton, who thought the song was a perfect fit for our band got the idea to change the meter to  3/4 in the final line of the chorus.  With Jimmy, Buzz Clifford and I softly harmonizing, the tune briefly morphs into a trippy kaleidoscopic waltz, and then … thump, thump, thump, thump… it returns to its straight ahead acerbic delivery. It’s a folk/psychedelic rock hybrid, and anticipates the classic Peppermint Trolley sound of two years later.  The ’66 band was the P.T.C.’s first incarnation. with band members Jimmy Faragher, bass, Steve Hauser, sax and acoustic guitar, Dave Kelliher, trumpet and electric guitar, Brad Madson, piano, Dick Owens, drums, and me on trombone and harmonica.

We performed all the horn parts ourselves. Dave and I  each  over-dubbing  three tracks that were later  ping ponged to one.  Brad  found the right sound on the B3 organ to compliment the arrangement.

The record, though not a hit, did receive some airplay, and the connection with Sloan added a certain cachet. British born D.J.,  John Ravencroft (later to gain fame as John Peel), spun the record  on KMEN, San Bernardino, our hometown station, and let everyone know who’d written the song.

I listened to the record recently and really dug it. I think it stands up. So… get on board the Lollipop Train!

After decades of illness, P.F. Sloan resurfaced, recording, giving interviews and playing select concerts. PepperminTrolleyCompanyValiant
Here’s to the genius of P.F. Sloan. The world will miss the man, but the music lives on.

Listen. and watch.

 

 

 

 

 

blood moon rising

September 28, 2015 in Nature's Backyard, Poetry, Reflections, Uncategorized

 

Blood-Moon

blood moon rising
breaking through cover
of cloud

bearing earth’s shadow
upon its face
like a proud scar

then free – it looms large
commanding the night sky,
illuminating the upturned
faces below

cry, dark cloud

September 25, 2015 in Coping, Poetry, Scrolling Back, Thoughts

cry, dark cloud
let your tears rain downDark-Clouds-Over-Ocean-Wallpaper
upon me

weep, dark sky
unfold your shroud to
cover my sorrow

sigh, deep, rhythmic sea
exhale your misty breath
against my being
to wash my soul
and comfort me

Sanity

September 23, 2015 in Coping, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

Neuronsanity

the shattered glass reflects
a thousand images

where lies reality?

the ordered world breaks down
into a random spray of neurons

matter over mind
free radical chaos

sanity is a dangling rope
reach out, grab it and
hold on for dear life

‘Too Much Pressure’ airing on Zmix97

September 4, 2015 in Events, Happenings

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Beginning 09/07/15
‘TOO MUCH PRESSURE’
Will be airing at 6.00
AM, 1.00 PM, 9.00 PM, & 1.00 AM – MONDAY THROUGH FRIDAY
FOR THE NEXT  NINE DAYS
On ZMIX97

 

 

 

 

 

Radio DJ Thomas Ramirez of  Zmix97  has added  our record, ‘Too Much Pressure – the Rebel Sole Underground Remix’ to  the station’s playlist. It’s a thrill to know our song is airing alongside all those great classic R&B, Funk,  Hip Hop, and Oldies records. Honored to be among such great company!

Check it out and listen here –  http://tunein.com/radio/ZMIX97-s131148/

The Red and the Black – a poem dedicated to the memory of Alison Parker

September 3, 2015 in Of the World, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

the red and the black

young vibrant soul
in red skirt and
black top
if only we could
push the pause button,
freeze life’s frame,
and keep horror
at bay

red was the color
she wore…
red
for energy, passion,
embracing the world

black was the color
she wore…
black
for the mysterious,
the unknowable

red was
the blood that flowed
unstanched
in its final
ebbing tide

black is
the empty void
that gapes where
sunlight once
danced and played

such a senseless
act is beyond
our understanding.

the image of her
life affirming
smile is not

with black
we mourn the life
taken

with red
we remember the life
lived

 

The comeback kid

August 4, 2015 in Happenings, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

hey, comeback kid!mic_on-stage

after all these years,
your dreams and desires
put off, sitting
on the back burner,
but simmering,
ever simmering…

how sweet is it
now to clench a fist
and whisper low
in affirmation
‘I am back!’
‘by God, I am back!’?

The Blank Page

July 26, 2015 in Happenings, Poetry, Reflections, Thoughts

 

the blank pagetypewriter

the white space, void of words
would return my stare
and seem to ask
with fingers drumming,

‘Well?’

its opaque nothingness
would leave me
tongue-tied,
twisting in fear,
irrationally wishing for the
words to suddenly appear,
for the ink to magically flow

yet…

I would carry the blank page
with me through the day
and at intervals remove
from my pocket and unfold,
hoping for a different result

but it was always the same –
the judgmental air,
the mocking tone,
the pounding pulse

at long last,
at rope’s end
my dander up,
I cried out
‘what the fuck do you know?
after all, you are nothing!’

the blank page
replied
with…

silence

a silence so profound
that it overwhelmed me
and enveloped me
in a delicious stillness

I stared
at the white screen
and felt it reflect
its glow upon me
it was a light pregnant with
ideas yet to be born,
words yet to be shaped

I just had to chill out
and let the ink flow

I broke out in laughter
at the realization that
the blank page was
and always had been…

my friend