Curations from the Human Jungle
[AI synopsis: Just as Del and Greg think their story has ended, with a reconciliation after years apart, it begins again. A high school drama student wants to use their story for a local theatrical production; a video of their performance inspires a regional theatric company to reproduce it; a talent agent sees it and... Continue Reading →
[It is Mud Season in Vermont. After I lived in Vermont for a couple of years I decided that I was enough of an expert on the state that I started writing about it. (This phenomenon of "newcomer as self-appointed expert" is a consistent source of irritation to my wife, Silverbelle Sandy, who is a... Continue Reading →
To quote Mel Brooks from Blazing Saddles "Work-work-work-work ... work-work-work-work." SB Sandy and I are currently in Turin (Torino), Italy where we are scouring the surrounding vineyards for new Silverbacks. We found this one, Silverback Nebbiano, in a local caffee at aperitivo time. Work-work-work-work ... work-work-work-work. Back in early November. SB SM] [I've always been... Continue Reading →
[After witnessing this historic moment in culture-- on my 16th birthday, no less-- I picked up my guitar to learn how to play this song. I will have to lower the key to fit my singing register, so it won't sound as sprightly as Paul, and there's no way I can play the triplets as... Continue Reading →
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Greg: Cassandra and I trekked back to Vermont the next weekend. Cassandra and I had thrown ourselves into research and had learned a lot. I told them: "What you've done has a legal name ... pseudocide, like suicide, but with your identity, not your body. You see it mostly in insurance frauds, or when someone... Continue Reading →
Greg: We arrived at the Farmer's market right when it opened at 10 am, but we hung out at the edges so that we didn't run into Del prematurely. I really hadn't thought through how we should present ourselves. It was a beautiful late September day, but the Green Mountains were showing splashes of color.... Continue Reading →
Greg: Doin' My Part II A couple of years flew by. No word from Del other than the every-few-months, plain, brown envelopes. I loosely followed the career of The Spawn of Grendel only, but I couldn't glean any clues about Del. Del: I was The King of Vermont, or so I thought. I had a... Continue Reading →
Del: It was dumb of me to let the kids use the Grendel name for their band, but I was just so damn flattered. Things were changing at Emerald, but not in a good way. The drug of choice was changing from marijuana to methamphetamine. Not my thing. That meant the culture was changing, too.... Continue Reading →
Del: Jeroo started getting really good on the guitar. By 14 or so he had surpassed my ability to teach him anything. Remember ... even though I was The Music Guy at Emerald, I had retired from rock 'n roll at 18! From a musical development perspective, I was pretty stunted, although I did know... Continue Reading →
