I am so sad that the meaning of so many simple words has been taken over by the media: I recall once googling music, only to discover that it was just a listing of recordings: merch, in the lingo of the business.
And what about simple words like up and down? Words that have always conveyed so much feeling in musical line… do they matter anymore?
I remember as a kid being intrigued by the song "Oh, my darlin' Clementine." Sure sounds like a sad story. Can't be! But it is fun to sing it exaggerating its tragic surface. There is a young boy wh
Every time I cross 109th St. on my way up or downtown I cast a glance at the apartment building on the corner of 109 and Riverside Drive, the former residence of Hannah Arendt. Her essays in The New Y
Funny, how we take for granted that someone is listening when we talk to them. Do you recall ever talking to someone who wasn't paying the slightest attention to you and/or to what you were saying? T