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Why I complain about my job online

It was pointed out to me this morning by someone I like and trust that I make many complaint-jokes about my job. So let me say this: My life is OK. I’m quickly rebuilding my relationship with my sons. I have friends in State College. I’m slowly building up a freelance career so I can work for myself. I date people. I have a nice apartment with two cats. I’m very grateful for all of that. Truly.

Also, I will continue to make darkly comic jokes about things in my life. I’m a receptionist at a car dealership making $15K a year with no benefits and that is hilarious in the way finally getting to fly on an airplane for the first time only to have it crash midway through the flight is hilarious. And yes, I’m here because of the decisions I made and I’m doing my best to make better ones. But for now, I need to keep making jokes because they help me stay sane. And I make them to all of you because you’re fabulous. Love you all. Need a Buick? Want to hear me answer the phone? 814-867-4444

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POEM: complexity

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complexity

At the center of an atom
(we learned in school)
is the nucleus, around which
orbit a certain number
of protons and electrons,
depending on what the atom
is an atom of. Groups
of these atoms get together
to form molecules of other
stuff. The trick is to get
exactly the right combination
to make the thing you
want to make. But sometimes,
as simple as that sounds,
you miss your chance. The
atom you want binds with
something else, and you’re
left floating, a single bit
of helium or hydrogen
whirling around, waiting
for a connection.

/ / /

25 January 2014
Oak Street

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Your favorite fantasy series

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Yesterday I posted the following message on Facebook and Twitter:

I’ve read Tolkein, Narnia, His Dark Materials, Harry Potter, Chronicles of Amber, among others. What’s another good series?

Many, many people responded with their favorites. I don’t consider myself particularly well read in the fantasy genre, so I was very surprised by how many of their suggestions I’d already read. Admittedly, most of that reading dates back to my teenage years in the 80s. I’ve put an asterisk next to the suggestions I’ve read. Here’s the list, minus the suggestions that aren’t in the “fantasy series” genre:

  • Incarnations of Immortality* by Piers Anthony (suggested by Martin Porter)
  • The Belgariad by David Eddings (suggested by Maiben Beard)
  • The O Trilogy by Maurice Gee (suggested by Carmen Staaf)
  • The Dark Tower* by Stephen King (suggested by JC Sanford)
  • Divergent by Veronica Roth (suggested by Caitlin Wynn)
  • Gormenghast by Mervyn Peake (suggested by Aaron Parks and Nou Dadoun)
  • A Song of Ice and Fire* by George R.R. Martin (suggested by Caitlin Wynn and Josh Poole)
  • Earthsea* by Ursula K. Le Guin (suggested by Dan Loomis)
  • Wildwood by Colin Meloy (suggested by Nou Dadoun)
  • The Chronicles of Prydain* by Lloyd Alexander (suggested by Dale Favier)
  • The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan (suggested by Noah Smith)
  • Kushiel’s Legacy by Jacqueline Carey (suggested by Maiben Beard)
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The Lost Library of Harry Potter

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Everybody knows the classic books in the Harry Potter series. But have you read these more obscure titles?

Discovered by Jason Crane

  • Harry Potter and the Podiatrist’s Office
  • Harry Potter and the Enlarged Prostate
  • Harry Potter and the Chamber of Sucrets
  • Harry Potter and the Secret of Whittaker Chambers
  • Doctor Harry Potter and the Legend Of Zelda Trek Wars 2: Judgement Another Day
  • Harry Potter and the Raiders of the Lost Ark
  • Harry Potter and the Bunnymen
  • Harry Potter and the Endoplasmic Reticulum
  • Harry Potter and the Roadside Assistants
  • Harry Potter and the Argonauts
  • Harry Potter and the Book We Had To Retitle Because Americans Are Stupid
  • Harry Potter and That Scene From Ghost That His Last Name Reminds Me Of
  • Harry Potter, and the Oxford Comma
  • …and Harry Potter as The Beaver

Discovered by Jack Wright

  • Harry Potter and Potter Stewart
  • Harry Potter and the Myocardial Infarction
  • Harry Potter and Harry Reasoner
  • Harry Potter and the unicellular organism
  • Harry Potter and the American Indian Dance Company
  • Harry Potter and 101st Airborne Division
  • Discovered by Dmitri Matheny

    • Harry Potter, Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich
    • Harry Potter and the Not Ready For Prime Time Players
    • Harry Potter and the Corbomite Maneuver
    • Harry Potter and the Hot Club of Godric’s Hollow

    Discovered by Steve Provizer

    • Harry Potter plays Benge exclusively
    • Harry Potter and John Osborne look back in anger
    • Harry Potter and Mr. Moto meet Frankenstein
    • Harry Potter and the Sons of the Pioneers
    • Harry Potter, Harry Morgan and Radar
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    A sobering encounter

    I walked up to the counter at the convenience store and removed my earbuds. As I did, I noticed that this was playing in the store:

    Me to clerk: “Such a great song. I haven’t listened to this album in a while.”

    Clerk: “Yeah, it’s great.”

    Me: “This is what I grew up on. Genesis, Yes, ELP, King Crimson.”

    Clerk: “Yeah, I remember my parents listening to this.”

    Me: “You remember your parents listening to this?!?! Sweet weeping Jesus.”

    And I dejectedly walked out of the store. Picked up my AARP letter from the mailbox on the way home.

    / / /

    This is a humorous piece that in no way reflects my real views on aging. I say that because people keep reading it and comforting me.

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    A comment on the most recent Louis C.K. video

    Some folks I really respect have had negative reactions to the Louis C.K. video, saying, in essence, “there’s nothing noble about suffering and if we can use technology to distract us or lessen suffering, we should.” For me the video was less about the observance of suffering in particular than the observance and experience of emotions period. I can’t speak for Louis C.K., but my take on it was he used sadness as an example, not as the point. He wasn’t saying, “Let’s all suffer more,” but rather “Let’s all spend more time actually experiencing our emotions and surroundings and less time posting about them.” And I completely agree with that.

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    POEM: late at night

    late at night

    is when I start to think
    of everything that could go wrong
    my heart speeds up
    the blood rushes to my face
    a thin layer of sweat breaks out
    I ride it out like a squall on the ocean
    holding on to the sides of my little boat

    2 September 2013
    Detroit MI

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    Which podcasts are you listening to? (UPDATED)

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    (UPDATED: November 10, 2013) Back in early July, I asked on Facebook and Twitter for a list of your favorite podcasts. Here’s what you said back then. I also included my own list at the end. I’ve made changes to it since I posted this originally. The first update was in August 2013, the next in November 2013. Feel free to add more in the comments section at the bottom.

    And here’s what I’m listening to. A couple notes: I listened to WTF for about the first year or so, but after a while I stopped. To my ear, it was too much focused on Maron and not enough on the guests. I listened to This American Life until this happened. Jen Kirkman’s podcast was getting too relentlessly negative, so I skip that one now, too. And as of October, 2013, I stopped listening to Le Show because of some disparaging and sexist remarks Harry Shearer made about labor reporter Sarah Jaffe.

    If you’ll allow me a bit of a plug, I’d like to recommend my own show, The Jazz Session. Even if you’re not into jazz (or don’t think you are), I think you’ll find something to like in these conversations with artists about how and why they do what they do.

    Here’s my list. New shows (as of November 10, 2013) are in bold type, and shows I’ve stopped listening to look like this. Other than the shows noted above, I’ve stopped listening to the others mostly because there aren’t enough hours in the day.

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    POEM: mirror

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    mirror

    we argued about beauty
    primarily yours
    me trying to convince you
    you saying it wasn’t true
    after a while I started to worry
    that perhaps you believed
    what you were saying
    despite all the evidence
    to the contrary
    it had never occurred to me
    that the idea of beauty
    being in the beholder’s eye
    could be applied to oneself
    not just to the external world
    that two people could look
    at the same exquisite face
    and see such different things
    Hamlet counseled the players
    to hold a mirror up to nature
    I don’t carry a mirror with me
    but I have my eyes
    and this page
    and these lines

    28 July 2013
    Auburn AL

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    Which podcasts are you listening to?

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    I asked on Facebook and Twitter for a list of your favorite podcasts. Here’s what you said. My own list is included at the end. Feel free to add more in the comments section at the bottom.

    And here’s what I’m listening to. A couple notes: I listened to WTF for about the first year or so, but after a while I stopped. To my ear, it was too much focused on Maron and not enough on the guests. And I listened to This American Life until this happened.

    Also, if you’ll allow me a bit of a plug, I’d like to recommend my own show, The Jazz Session. Even if you’re not into jazz (or don’t think you are), I think you’ll find something to like in these conversations with artists about how and why they do what they do.

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    Maybe I should become a priest, or, an unlikely turn of events

    164897_10151398140838597_1765163042_n When I was kid, we had a family friend who was a Franciscan monk. His name was Father Edgar, and he was a big presence in our family, even though we didn’t see him all that often. He knew us because my Aunt Linda had been a religion teacher in a Catholic school and, if my memory is right, Father Edgar taught there, too. Or maybe served as an administrator.

    In any case, every once in a while when I was very young, this guy in a priest’s collar would show up at some family event. He was very impressive. Smart and funny and good with kids. He called me “jaybird” (I went by Jay rather than Jason back then) and always made me feel like one of the adults. He was also the first person I ever met whose job I thought I might like to do. Of course I didn’t quite know what it meant, but I thought it would be fun to be a guy like Father Edgar.

    Years later, for non-religious reasons, my parents and sister and I switched from the Catholic church to the Methodist church in our town. We instantly became very close to the church’s two pastors, David and John. They were good men — very different from one another but both committed to building a loving community in our church. John had been a steel industry executive until deciding to enter the ministry. David was a genius — he spoke several languages, read several more, and collected Swiss stamps. Once again, I thought their job would be a good fit for me. I even went so far as to attend seminary classes with John at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School so I could see what they were like.

    Then in 1988 or ’89, at the age of 15, I realized I didn’t believe in God.

    I realized this mostly because I’d finally made friends with people who were atheists. I’m honestly not sure that option had even occurred to me before I met these people, but once it was on the table, I knew quite quickly that I was one of them. It was a real problem for my family. Luckily I graduated from high school not long afterward and my lack of faith stopped being an issue because I no longer needed to go to church.

    Here’s the thing, though — nothing in American society can replace church. It’s the one place people go where they’re at least ostensibly prepared to receive some sort of moral instruction. And it’s a place where you can talk about building a loving community — or just talk about love, period — without everyone running away screaming. Many churches, of course, don’t focus on that kind of thing at all. American churches are also focal points for intolerance. But when it’s done right, a church community can be a beautiful place, and I’ve never found anything quite like it.

    In my 20s I discovered Buddhism and developed a meditation practice that continues today, albeit with many breaks over the years. I tried several times to become a regular member of a sangha (the Buddhist version of a congregation), but I’d usually run away because of the formality and ritual and, well, religiosity of it all.

    But the idea of serving as some sort of community leader never left me. I ran for office, I ran political parties, I worked as a community activist and broadcaster and performer. I tried in many different ways to create the kind of communities I’d loved back in my religious days. I did a lot of fulfilling work over the years and, I’d like to think, left some of the places I lived better than I found them. But there was always something missing.

    I applied twice to Naropa University, a Buddhist university in Boulder, CO. I was accepted both times but couldn’t go for financial or family reasons. As recently as last fall, I was accepted as a staff member at Upaya Zen Center in Santa Fe, where I hoped to work and eventually qualify for their chaplaincy program. (I don’t have a Bachelor’s degree, so the obvious route of some sort of divinity school isn’t open to me.) I ended up canceling my Upaya plans, though, when I decided to stay here in Auburn, Alabama, for a while.

    The other day, though, I was walking to work when this happened:

    / / /

    devotion

    I can’t call it a struggle
    not in the sense I would wish
    I’m sure I don’t believe
    in fact it’s hard for me to imagine
    I ever did, except as obligation

    and yet this morning again —
    while walking the quiet sidewalks
    of this Southern college town
    listening to a priest read Herbert and Jarrell —
    I imagined what it would be like
    to say goodbye to all this day-to-day
    to wrap my body in black
    stand in the glow of stained glass
    say the words I can still recite from memory
    nearly thirty years after

    I picture their faces, lost as I am
    looking to me to make sense of
    what cannot be made sense of
    what a gift that must be
    to sit at the center of so many lives
    to reassure them that it all means something
    that today is more than another spin
    around an axis most of them
    must also take on faith

    I want to be the one the grieving family calls
    the calm presence at the bedside
    or the smiling face to those whose days
    contain few smiles
    I want to wear the uniform of compassion
    to speak with the voice of righteousness
    to say to the strikers, the protesters,
    the homeless, the jailed:
    you are not alone
    and in that moment to see in their eyes
    their silent response:
    we need you

    / / /

    And ever since, my insides have been jumping around like oil on a hot frying pan. I just can’t get that walk out of my head, or the sense that I desperately need to get back to the business of serving people.

    Several of my friends have asked why I don’t just do that kind of work without any religious trappings. That would certainly be my preference, but as I said, I’ve tried that and found something lacking. I tried to describe it in an email to a friend who’s both a community organizer and an ordained minister:

    That experience yesterday was one of the strongest emotional experiences I’ve had. These last months I feel like a need to serve has been building inside me. It’s always been there, but these days it’s like a physical manifestation in my chest, in my heart, in my thoughts. If I thought I could hack it in a Christian seminary, I’d go today.

    I doubt I could, though, and I don’t have a BA, so I’m just not sure what to do. I think I belong in “the ministry,” whatever that term could mean for a guy like me. But I’d need to do it honestly and without telling people things I don’t believe.

    I’ve been talking to two local friends in the past 24 hours and describing how when you show up at a strike, a protest, a meeting, a bedside in your collar, the entire atmosphere changes. People listen to you, accord you respect, assume your righteousness and compassion. (I know this isn’t universally true, but I’ve seen you work enough times to know it’s generally true.) It seems so right, so good … and so much who I want to be.

    I look at people like you, or like the Berrigans, or like Thich Naht Hanh, and so many other examples, and think that’s where I want to be. Who I want to be.”

    Again, I really am an atheist. I don’t think what’s happening now is God speaking to me or anything like that. I truly don’t believe in any of that stuff. But I do believe in the power of the trappings of religion to change people’s way of thinking. I know they’ve changed mine in various ways over the years. And I feel strongly that whatever is going to happen next for me needs to involve service and the building of an intentional, loving community. As John, the minister mentioned earlier, told me a couple years ago: “You need to get paid to love people.”

    So that’s what I’m trying to figure out these days. How does a hardcore atheist who is suspicious of organized religion answer an internal calling to serve in a capacity that most closely resembles the ministry? If you’ve got thoughts — theoretical or philosophical or practical — I’d love to hear them in the comments below.

    [Photo by Amanda Vita.]

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    You’re gonna need a bigger…

    Last night, for reasons I can’t explain, I started riffing on Twitter on the famous line from Jaws, “You’re gonna need a bigger boat.”

    The results:

    • You’re gonna need a bigger goat. (from Jaws On The Farm)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger moat. (from Medieval Jaws)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger float. (from Mardi Gras Jaws)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger throat. (from Jaws, Hot Dog Eating King Of The World)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger stoat. (from Jaws, Mousehunter)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger toke. (from Cheech & Jaws) (submitted by Sean Doyle)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger gloat. (from Insufficiently Snarky Jaws)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger coat. (from Overprotective Jaws)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger note. (from Nearsighted Jaws)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger tote. (from Jaws, NPR Pledge Drive Host)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger quote. (from Jaws, Newspaper Editor Trying To Fill Space)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger mote. (from Jaws, Misunderstander Of The Bible)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger cote. (from Pretentious Jaws On The Coast)
    • You’re gonna need a bigger epitope. (From Jaws & It’s Antibodies) (submitted by Chelsea Maher)
    • That’s it. Good night, everyone. *drops mic, is eaten by shark*
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    An open letter to students, to be handed out at the beginning of each semester

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    Dear Students:

    As the semester begins, I thought I’d provide you with a handy guide to getting an A in my class.

    1. Come to class.

    2. Listen to the things I say.

    3. Read the things I give you to read.

    4. Listen to or watch the examples I tell you to listen to or watch.

    5. Do your homework.

    5a. On time.

    6. Study for the tests.

    7. Bring me an apple.

    If you follow at least steps 1-6, your chances of succeeding in this class are very high.

    Sincerely,

    Professor _______

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    2012: My Ridiculous Year In Review

    I hesitate to write this, but 2012 may have been the most tumultuous year of my life. (Dear 2013, please don’t feel you have to break any records.)

    Toward the end of 2011 I met someone who in 2012 turned out to be one of the great loves of my life. By the end of the year, she was gone, we were finished, I was in Alabama and my show was over. I also spent half the year without a home of my own, and several months of it traveling more than 13,000 miles on Greyhound buses.

    From Bushwick and more – Dec 2012

    JANUARY

    New Year’s Day 2012 included an interview for my former show, The Jazz Session, and a trip to the Museum of Modern Art in my former city with my former girlfriend and our former roommates. (Sensing a trend? So am I.) I did a lot of interviews in 2012, including with some major names in the jazz world. January was a good month for drummers – I spoke with Jack DeJohnette, Matt Wilson, Barry Altschul, Aaron Staebell and Deric Dickens. I also gave a talk at the annual JazzTimes conference. My topic was musicians telling their stories. You can hear the entire thing here (and see part of it, too).

    From Trip to PA: Feb 4-5, 2012

    FEBRUARY

    Early in the month, I went to State College to visit my sons. For various reasons, my visits to PA were usually quite short. This one was just overnight. Back in NYC, I interviewed Charles Mingus’s widow, Sue, and saw great shows by Pete Robbins, James Shipp, the Mingus Big Band, Tim Berne’s Snake Oil, Peter Eldridge & Matt Aronoff, Enrico Rava, Ken Filiano, Vernon Reid, Myra Melford, Jeremy Siskind and The Wee Trio. (In one month!) I also went to a Vegan Shop-Up at the wonderful Pine Box Rock Shop in Brooklyn. I met DJ Soul Sister and Jeff Albert for the first time in person, and interviewed jazz giant Jimmy Heath at his Queens apartment.

    From Warm nights, warm days in Brooklyn

    MARCH

    The month started in fine style with a show by Matt Wilson’s band at Dizzy’s. I’ve never been a huge fan of that club, but I do love me some Matt Wilson, and his show was hugely entertaining and musical. A few days later I traveled to Jersey to interview Billy Hart. I also saw a show by one of my favorite singers, Trixie Whitley. I went to State College again, this time for my son John’s sixth birthday. My sister, Gretchen, went with me. Carmen Staaf and I got together for the first of a few sessions of my poetry and her piano playing, although we never ended up doing a gig. I also hung out one-on-one for the first time with my friend Sally, who would go on to become an indispensable part of my life. On the 18th, a gang of us got together at the apartment my girlfriend and I shared to read Walt Whitman’s “Song Of Myself” (the 1855 version). It was a moving experience, as it always is. I went to Albany for one day to visit my doctor. My partner and I went to see Nellie McKay perform a show about Rachel Carson at some ultra-swanky place where we clearly didn’t belong. The show was worth it, though. We also went to another vegan shop-up. Oh, and I took my sister’s cat to the vet. Although this trip was no big deal, Chloe would go back to the vet later and be given a few months to live. But by the end of 2012, it turned out she was fine. I still don’t understand what happened.

    From Trip to PA: April 26-28, 2012

    APRIL

    I went to a CD release party for Theo Bleckmann’s album of Kate Bush songs. It was so good – a real show, not just a performance of the songs. I took an extended walk around Washington Heights, one of my favorite parts of Manhattan, and talked with a friend about my role as a father. I saw Natalie Cressman play at The Jazz Gallery, months before she would become the final interview I conducted for my show. For the first time ever, I showed up at an interview without my recorder (the aforementioned Theo Bleckmann), so I had to go back home. I took the self-guided East Village Poetry Walk, which I can’t recommend highly enough. You can download the guided tour here. I saw my pal Josh Rutner play gospel music at St. Peter’s Church in Manhattan. It’s the “jazz church.” I interviewed Dave Brubeck’s son Chris in the Teddy Roosevelt Room at the Museum of Natural History. I went to a tribute to the poet Philip Larkin. Paul Simon was one of the readers, making it the only Paul Simon performance I’ve ever attended. I went back to State College to see my older son, Bernie, play saxophone in his first school concert. On the last day of the month, I interviewed one of the smartest people around, guitarist Vernon Reid (of Living Colour, etc.). Other shows I saw in April: Romain Collin, Jo Lawry and Kate McGarry.

    From Daryl Shawn & Todd Reynolds at The Firehouse Space, May 2012

    MAY

    In May I met and interviewed vocalist Maria Neckam, whose album Unison was one of my favorite records of the year. I saw my pal Jill Knapp in New York, who would become my first host in June at the start of my tour. I interviewed my good friend Nicky Schrire, whose Freedom Flight was another of my faves. I also heard her perform at Rockwood Music Hall. At the beginning of the month, my girlfriend and I learned that we would have to move out of our apartment. She moved in with her parents, but I had nowhere to go and no money. So I decided to go on tour instead, taking The Jazz Session and my poetry around the country. At the end of the month, my friends Andrea Wolper and Ken Filiano hosted a farewell dinner for me. I did a ton of interviews in May, and also saw shows by Gregoire Maret (whose final song with Raul Midon was one of the live highlights of the year for me), Daryl Shawn and Foolish Hearts.


    Me, somewhere.

    JUNE

    On June 1, my girlfriend accompanied me to the Port Authority Bus Terminal, where I boarded a Greyhound for Wilmington, DE. I stayed with Jill for a few days and had a great time with her and her partner, Matt. I also interviewed the guitarist Judith Kay. Then I went to State College to spend a couple days with the boys before heading south. I ended up doing an interview there, too, because Barry Kernfeld, the editor of the New Grove Dictionary of Jazz, lives in town. On the 5th I went to Shepherdstown, WV, where I gave a poetry reading and interviewed Jeff Cosgrove. On the 7th I went to Washington, DC. I attended a tribute to the poet Gwendolyn Brooks at the Library of Congress and met poet Sandra Beasley, whom I subsequently interviewed at a nearby coffee shop. I was also briefly naked in the Library of Congress because I was very overdressed and stripped down in the men’s room so I could put on cooler clothing. Certainly a career highlight for me. While in DC I did a freelance interview for an education company, and jazz interviews with several musicians. I saw a show by saxophonist Brian Settles. On the 10th I went to Richmond, VA, where I stayed with drummer Scott Clark and then with guitarist Scott Burton. I interviewed both of them, too, as well as educator Doug Richards. I read poetry at Chop Suey Books and saw a show by Janel & Anthony, who were kind enough to come to my reading. On the 14th I traveled to Charlottesville, WV, where I met my Twitter pal John Mason and heard John D’earth play at the club that launched Dave Matthews’ career. I was interviewed on WTJU and I did two interviews for my show, too. On the 16th I took a long bus ride to Nashville. I did a poetry reading there the following day and conducted several interviews, including with Jeff Coffin, saxophonist for the Dave Matthews Band. I spent most of my time with Jeff and fellow saxophonist Evan Cobb, who has a great dog. I heard the Nashville Jazz Orchestra perform and saw fantastic shows by The Time Jumpers and the comedy/country team Doyle And Debbie. I did another radio interview, too. On the 20th, I went to Knoxville, TN, where I interviewed pianist Donald Brown. I also took a canoe trip on the Little River and did a poetry reading. On the 23rd I took an insane bus trip from Knoxville to NYC to see my girlfriend. Then on the 26th it was back down south, this time to Raleigh to meet Twitter pal David Menestres. From there it was on to Atlanta, where I interviewed jazz organist Matthew Kaminski at his day job – as the organist for the Atlanta Braves. On the 29th I traveled to Auburn, AL, at the suggestion of Twitter pal Patrick McCurry. I did a poetry reading at The Gnu’s Room bookstore on the 29th and was interviewed there for public radio on the 30th. Little did I know the role Auburn would play in my future.


    A second line in New Orleans.

    JULY

    On July 2 I realized a lifelong dream when I traveled to New Orleans. I went to Jeff Albert’s Open Ears Music Series and also went to several second lines to commemorate the death of Uncle Lionel Batiste. I spent a week in New Orleans before heading back north to New York to see my girlfriend, then to State College to spend time with my sons. I stayed in State College from July 18 through the 25th, when my debit card was hacked and I had to travel to NYC to get a new one. I returned to State College the next day and stayed till August 3.


    This happened in August.

    AUGUST

    I spent the weekend of August 3 in beautiful Tarrytown, NY, with my girlfriend. Then it was back to State College until the 7th, when one of my relatives by marriage, um, caused my plans to change. In somewhat of a scramble, I went back to New York, where my sister and my friends Daryl and Deborah were kind enough to give me places to stay. While I was back in NYC, I saw shows by Keith Ganz, Aaron Parks, Josh Rutner & Twelve Gates, Fay Victor and Jersey Band. I also did a solo two-day meditation retreat. At the end of the month I flew to Detroit as a guest of the Detroit Jazz Festival.


    With my friend Mike and his son Jack in Mississippi.

    SEPTEMBER

    I spent Labor Day weekend in Detroit at the Jazz Festival. I MC’d a few shows, including one by the wonderful David Binney. I interviewed Geoffrey Keezer and Donny McCaslin, and did my third interview (the first one face-to-face) with Sonny Rollins. After the interview, Sonny and I and our mutual friend Terri spent an hour or so talking about life. It was beautiful and humbling. On September 4, I took a bus to Windsor, Ontario and then a Greyhound to Ottawa to stay with my pals Renee Yoxon and Craig Pedersen. While in Ottawa I did a Skype interview with the Upaya Zen Center, where I planned to go stay after my tour. I also interviewed bassist John Geggie and journalist/pianist Peter Hum. And I locked myself out of the house briefly. On the 9th I took a train to Montreal, where I met and interviewed Twitter pal (and pianist) David Ryshpan and stayed with David’s friend Sarah MK. The next day was my 39th birthday, so I treated myself to a little boat trip. Sarah and her friend gave me a little cake and sang to me, which was lovely. I also saw music by the Kalmunity Collective. On 9/11 I went back to NYC, where Jonathan Matz, a listener to my show, kindly offered me a place to stay. I had a small birthday dinner with friends. I met the guitarist Joshua Maxey for pizza. I saw shows by the DIVA Jazz Orchestra (with the wonderful Nadje Noordhuis), The Respect Sextet and Anat Cohen. And I did the final interviews for my show. On September 21 I got back on a Greyhound bus and went to Jackson, MS, to spend a week with my friend Mike Roberts and his family. Mike and I were union organizers together, and he’s one of the most important people in my life. While I was there I was accepted to the Upaya Zen Center and made plans to go there in October. On the 28th I went back to Auburn to stay for a couple weeks.


    The Gnu’s Room in Auburn, AL.

    OCTOBER

    In early October, Tina Tatum offered me a non-paying job as the assistant director of The Gnu’s Room. I accepted, canceled my trip to Upaya, and decided to live in Auburn. I went to State College for a few days to spend time with the boys, then headed back to Alabama. I did a poetry reading at The Gnu’s Room on the 12th and attended the store’s fall music festival the next day. On October 19, I posted the final episode of The Jazz Session. I saw quite a lot of music and heard several authors read. Late in the month, my girlfriend and I had our come-to-Jesus conversation about the end of our relationship. At the end of that same week…

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    With my pal Marie, who plays in a band called HeY!ALLigator.

    NOVEMBER

    …I missed Bernie’s 10th birthday, the first of my sons’ birthdays I’d ever missed. Between that and the break-up, I was thinking I’d made a horrible mistake. By Monday, though, I decided I needed to stick it out in Auburn for a while and take a shot at rebuilding my life. So I made a one-year commitment to myself to stay. I went hiking at Chewacla State Park and at Lake Martin. I went to a Diwali celebration at the university. I saw lots of music at The Gnu’s Room and heard Katie Martin perform several times. I went to Thanksgiving at the home of Tina & Kelley (owners of The Gnu’s Room) and made another Thanksgiving dinner with a friend. And I did the first interview for a new podcast series based at The Gnu’s Room. And at the end of the month I had my heart broken in what turned out to be the real end of the love story.

    From Christmas In PA (2012)

    DECEMBER

    In December I was hired by the College of Human Sciences at the University of Auburn to do web work and create content for the college’s various sites. My first full-time job in two years. I also signed the lease on my first solo apartment in two years. Thanks to some help from a very generous friend, I was able to fly to State College to spend Christmas with my sons. I met several new friends, too. As the year ended, I worked at The Gnu’s Room while the university was closed. I moved into my new place on December 27. And on New Year’s Eve I was on my weird built-in couch relaxing with a cup of tea.

    So there you have it. Twelve months of change, travel, love, loss, music and discovery. Who knows what 2013 will bring?

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