Ron’s grandma, Ron, and me.

Intergenerational laughs. I would often go home after school with my friend Ron. Ron lived with his grandmother in an apartment near our high school where Ron and I attended. I knew her as Mrs. Powell, a savvy senior woman and an up-to-date on current pop culture. And for certain a good cook. I wasContinue reading “Ron’s grandma, Ron, and me.”

They came from out of the blue.

The things you see on television. My friend Jim and I stopped at a Motel Six in Albuquerque to spend the night. Our travels started in Oklahoma City and we were on the way to Los Angeles driving route-66. Headed home for the semester break. Later that same evening I turned on the TV toContinue reading “They came from out of the blue.”

There I was. Me, on national TV.

My sorted and reckless past When a senior in high school on some weekends I would catch the metro bus and ride a fair distance which included a transfer in downtown Los Angeles headed to Hollywood. About an hour trip traveling about 30-miles. I lived on the east side of L A and Hollywood, whereContinue reading “There I was. Me, on national TV.”

How does this mahogany box work?

Our very first television. It was 1952 on Simmons Avenue in East L A not that far from the Willard Battery factory water tower and just downwind from the B. F. Goodrich tire factory. The latest electronic marvels had entered our Okie home. Once television was brought into our tiny East Los Angeles Livingroom entertainmentContinue reading “How does this mahogany box work?”

Opening the curtains of theater of the mind.

Radio comes full circle. I must had been about four-years-old when I became aware of radio. Radio mostly broadcast live from New York, Chicago, and from my hometown of Los Angeles or Hollywood. And back then it was not referred to as “Old-time radio.” Or as some call it today, ‘OTR.’ Some programs were broadcastContinue reading “Opening the curtains of theater of the mind.”

I don’t just read any old book.

Audio books I have read Being a blind person, I read or rather listen to audiobooks. I have been listening to hundreds of books going back for about four decades. Audio books loaned out by the Library of Congress. More often that not LOC will send or download audiobooks from commercial audiobook producers instead ofContinue reading “I don’t just read any old book.”

I recorded them all. Big bands and tiny dirt bands.

My recording studio. For about ten years I owned and operated a recording studio. Recording almost anything from a girl laughing and up to a big band playing old standards. And of course, everything in between. Pop, country, rock, and jazz vocalist. Church choirs and rap groups. Harmonicas, multi-string Harp players, and harpsichordists. Clarinetists, saxophonist,Continue reading “I recorded them all. Big bands and tiny dirt bands.”

Olivia Newton John remembered.

Years and years ago I went to the Mabee Center in Tulsa to see and hear Mac Davis and his country band. He was more of a song writer than country singer. However, his opening act was Olivia Newton John. She was in a long soft white flowing gown and was most lovely. A gentlemanContinue reading “Olivia Newton John remembered.”