Wednesday, August 28, 2024
Mr. G's Humpday Happytracks - Wednesday, August 28, 2024: Kurt Elling and Jon Hendricks - Goin' to Chicago
Wednesday, August 21, 2024
Mr. G's Humpday Happytracks - Wednesday, August 21, 2024: Ruth Moody - Dancing in the Dark
Wednesday, August 14, 2024
Mr. G's Humpday Happytracks - Wednesday, August 14, 2024: The Slickophonics - Procrastination
My last post to this blog was back in December 2023. Not coincidentally, this is when I started as volunteer music reporter for the Evanston Roundtable. Digging into the local music scene and writing several thousand words each week gobbled up my free time and fulfilled my need to tell stories about music and musicians. I woke up a couple of days ago and realized - I missed my good ol' blog.
It should be easy enough to write some stuff that complements my efforts as a music reporter. I've decided to inflict my extremely quirky musical recommendations upon readers of this blog. To keep this manageable, I will restrict myself to one track each week. I'll publish on Humpday, which is today.
Today's Humpday Happytrack is Procrastination by the Slickophonics. Click on the link and check it out.
What do I love about this track? Well, it is an intense funk shuffle, very heavy on the syncopated horn riffs. There is awesome trombone work - Ray Anderson is the trombonist's name, and he really knows how to work a plunger mute! I also love the lyrics - the tune opens with a spoken word intro that defines procrastination as "irreplaceably and irrevocably continuing to gaze at one's navel," Ray Anderson is also the lead singer on this track, and his vocal style is a cross between a carnival barker and your drunken uncle at the end of the wedding reception. Hey, it works!
Slickophonics was an innovative proto-funk band that had five members - Ray Anderson on trombone & vocals, Steve Elson on sax and keyboards, Allan Jaffe on guitar & vocals, Mark Helias on bass & vocals, and Jim Payne on drums and vocals. The band was popular in Europe - they toured extensively in the 1980's. This is loose-jointed funk with a touch of anarchy - not clean and precise like the Vulfpeck version of funk. I love it!
All of Slickophonics tracks stand up under repeated listening. This group wasn't famous and only lasted for a few years, but they created awesome music! Enjoy it, and tell your friends!!
Sunday, December 03, 2023
Bad News Brown (Paul Frappier), Hip Hop Harmonica Legend
Tuesday, January 03, 2023
Motivation
Tuesday, September 13, 2022
The Trombone and the Harmonica
Friday, July 08, 2022
Female Trombonists - Jennifer Wharton
Thursday, June 23, 2022
Joey DeFrancesco, Up Close And Personal (at PM Woodwind, Evanston IL - June 11, 2022)
Anyone who is semi-serious about playing a musical instrument needs to have a skilled professional in their network to tweak, repair and improve their equipment. I know a very good brass repair guy in the Chicago area (Dana Hofer); he helped me reincarnate my tenor and bass trombones earlier this year. I also know several harmonica technicians that do the painstaking work of fixing up my beat-up chromatic harmonicas. For saxophones and other woodwind instruments, the top dude around is Paul Maslin of PM Woodwind in Evanston IL. Tucked away on a side street just west of the commuter rail tracks, PM Woodwind is perhaps the world's best source of saxophone repair services and deep woodwind knowledge. Paul collects and re-sells rare instruments, too. Great players from all over the U.S. and beyond seek out help from PM Woodwind. Not surprisingly. Paul Maslin is a killer saxophonist and all of his repair folks also play. To truly understand and customize an instrument, you must know how to play it.
PM Woodwind has a side room at their store front, a small space used for lessons and rehearsals of local groups. Paul's stature among sax players is substantial, and several major names have stopped by to conduct free master classes/performances in that space. I suspect they do this to stay in the good graces of this sax repair guru. Tower of Power's horn section played there and so has Ravi Coltrane (John Coltrane's offspring) and Dave Liebman. These events generally attract other sax players; I managed to sneak into one earlier this month because my partner is an awesome flutist who knows Paul well. The featured artist was Joey DeFrancesco aka Joey D.
If you know nothing about Joey D, I feel a little sorry for you. He has been called a modern Mozart, started playing the organ at 4 years old and had his own band by the time he was 10. Columbia Records signed him when he was 16 years old. Miles Davis hired Joey D when he was 17 to play in one of the last Miles Davis groups. Joey D is a giant that rejuvenated the Hammond B3 organ jazz idiom. Since he is such an insatiable, questing musical force, he has picked up other instruments - trumpet and, more recently, saxophone. Oh, and Joey sings, too. Mr. DeFrancesco has had prodigious output - 39 records as a leader and work with a broad range of musicians, from Elvin Jones and James Moody to Ray Charles and Van Morrison.
He came to PM Woodwind to play sax; no organ on the premises (and no trumpet, either). Joey D's interest in the sax is partly genetic - his grandfather played the instrument. Joey D fooled around with the horn in the 1990's with limited success. He set it down for 25 years. In 2019, he recorded some tunes with the great tenor sax man, Pharaoh Saunders, and said "I gotta play sax now." The man has an insane work ethic and started shedding like a madman. By the time he got to the PM Woodwind side room on June 11, he could go toe-to-toe with almost any jazz tenor sax player around. It was a stunning display by a guy that has only been playing sax seriously for 3 years.
PM Woodwind can only hold a small audience, but very knowledgeable and enthusiastic folks were in attendance. Since it was a master class, Joey D took questions. One of the more remarkable things he said - he doesn't read music very well and mostly plays by ear/by memory. He also said that the trumpet is the "least forgiving instrument" that he plays. The brass player's embouchure requires constant work to stay functional - a week off and the muscles begin to atrophy. Since I play trombone, I know what he said is true. He also told us that his wife is his business manager, and that he couldn't be very successful without her guidance and expertise.
It was a very intense 90 minutes, and then Joey D split for his gig at the Jazz Showcase in downtown Chicago. This guy has been playing professionally for 41 years and he is only 51. He is still in the 4th or 5th inning of his game. It's hard for me to wrap my head around that factoid.
So if you didn't know Joey D, now you know.
Monday, June 20, 2022
Liquid Soul is Back and Boy, Do We Need This Band.
Liquid Soul is a Chicago-based ensemble that was launched around 1993 - they are approaching the 30th anniversary of the group's birth. The picture above captures a fraction of the group - the horn section, which includes Mars Williams on saxophones, John Janowiak on trombone and Ron Haynes on trumpet. This has always been a large ensemble - guitar, bass, drums, turntablist and two rappers/singers backed the horns on June 9, 2022 when the group played at SPACE in my hometown of Evanston IL. I was there and it was an uplifting event, ice water breaking the long dry spell created by this pandemic.
Mars Williams and DJ Jesse De La Pena formed Liquid Soul after meeting up at the Elbo Room in the early 1990's. They gathered up some other musicians and hip hop artists and started playing as Liquid Soul on Sunday nights. Word of the group's unique make-up and sound spread quickly, and Liquid Soul had to move to a larger venue (the Double Door in the Wicker Park neighborhood in Chicago). The Liquid Soul smash-up of hard bop, free jazz, jazz fusion, funk, R&B, and hip hop was labeled as acid jazz, which launched in London during the 1980's. British DJ's were adding beats and electronics to classic jazz tunes from the 1950's and 1960's, and these very danceable grooves became popular in the dance clubs of London. The acid jazz "movement" didn't hit the U.S. until the early 1990's, and Liquid Soul caught the wave. They band almost made it into the mainstream. The group released its first album in 1996, and Liquid Soul's second record, "Here's the Deal," was nominated for a Grammy as "Best Contemporary Jazz Album: in 2001. They opened for Sting at Central Park in New York. They played the Newport Jazz Festival.
In the late 1990's, Liquid Soul was everywhere in Chicago. They attracted a huge following at Elbo Room and Double Door - the professional athletes (Bears & Bulls) liked to hang out when they were playing. They played at Dennis Rodman's birthday party. It was Camelot from a musical perspective. Liquid Soul was the Midwest version of acid jazz/hip hop - unique, extremely musical, danceable, crazy creative and improvisational!!!!
The band flirted with a breakthrough, but Mars Williams got a gig with Psychedelic Furs around 2003. Liquid Soul was a huge ensemble, it was expensive to tour and the music did not attract a massive following - the acid jazz/jam band folks loved it, but that isn't a huge audience. The band broke up for a while and re-formed. It has performed sporadically over the past 15 years or so. They have come out of the Covid pandemic slowdown and are playing gigs again around the Chicago area.
They band was great on June 9, but OMG they were LOUD!! SPACE is a small room. I turned on my sound meter app on my phone and the levels hit 115 decibels!! That is almost as loud as a chainsaw at close range. I blame the sound man at SPACE for this. Liquid Soul is not really a super loud band, but a huge sound system in a small room leads to hearing damage. I had to wear earplugs, which messed up the sound of the band.
I was delighted that they played their hip-hop version of Salt Peanuts on June 9. Here is the video of that tune, featuring Kurt Elling at the beginning.
This group is still totally relevant, and I hope they have great success.
Saturday, June 04, 2022
Female Trombonists - Rita Payés
Friday, May 27, 2022
Female Trombonists - Melba Liston
Thursday, April 14, 2022
Appreciating Music I Don't Like At All.
Friday, March 11, 2022
Why Make Music?
It's pretty easy to list aspects of music. It is ephemeral - you can't touch it. It only exists when it is heard by listeners. While it has no mass, it can profoundly alter the way we view the universe and our place in it. It can change the way we view ourselves and everything outside of ourselves. It can trigger powerful emotions - love, grief, joy, anger and more. Music unites large groups of people - a single anthem can be sung by millions of a nation's citizens and create a sense of connection and shared purpose.
Music is powerful stuff. I have never been clear as to why humans make it, though. It doesn't seem necessary to our survival. I have speculated that it was a subset of our communication skills, or that it began as an imitation of natural sounds. Birds sing, frogs croak, wolves howl, humans copy the noises.
The oldest musical instruments (flutes made of bone and mammoth ivory) discovered by archeologists are 40,000 years old. By studying fossils and human physiology, scientists have determined that when humans developed the horseshoe-shaped hyoid bone in the throat in a similar position to modern humans, they would have developed the ability to sing as we do today. The fossil record indicates that this occurred around 530,000 years ago.
There must be some evolutionary advantage for humans to be attuned to pitch and tempo. Dopamine is released when we hear pitches that harmonize well together in a mathematical sense - a major triad, for example.
For many generations, music was not a profession. It was an activity that happened in the natural flow of life. In the past few centuries, the concept of music as a "job" developed. Some of the original motivation for creating music has been obscured by careerist striving - make money, compete with other musicians, get famous, become a treasured person in society. These things aren't necessarily bad, but it can lead to a disconnect - music becomes a means to an end rather than an end in itself.
Bob Dylan said " Songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment. They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciouness of reality."
Some people are obsessed by music, others barely notice it. I remember what Edward Elgar said - "My idea is that there is music in the air, music all around us; the world is full of it and you simply take as much as you require."
As I pick up my trombone again or honk on my collection of harmonicas, I try to remember that I am making music only for myself. I feel a deep need to do it and I don't know why this is so. Other people may like it or they may hate it. I'm trying not to care about the opinion of others.
Tuesday, February 08, 2022
Back to the beginning
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
Turkuaz Is Gone - Dang It!!
We have made the difficult decision to step away from Turkuaz.
We have spent the last several years traveling the world together with the intention of spreading love and joy through our music. During that time, we have grown together as a family, and we’ve learned how to love and support each other through both the best and worst of times.
We stand unified and in full support of one another as we make this decision to end our involvement with Turkuaz. We are eternally grateful to have had the opportunity to perform for all of you, and even more grateful to have become close friends with so many of you along the way.
We thank you for respecting our privacy in this matter, and for your continued support. We are very excited to share the many projects that we’ve all been working on – there are some truly amazing things to come.
The co-founders, guitarist/vocalist David Brandwein and Taylor Shell, said they were surprised by the decision made by their colleagues. Brandwein released a lengthy statement about it - here it is:
I’d like a chance to address the events of the other day, which caught me, Taylor, our fans and many others by surprise. This includes our amazing opening act, Thumpasaurus, and all of the wonderful venues and promoters who were invested in this tour. I’d also like to be extremely clear that I am not here to express any ill will towards anybody. I merely wish to state my feelings on the matter and speak for myself.
I am devastated to be forced to cancel the dates on our calendar, especially in the middle of a tour. The first thing on my mind above all else is the fans. Our only goal in persevering through the nearly-impossible climate of post-pandemic touring was to give to the fans. I could go on about the difficulties of trying to hold together an enormous operation like this under these circumstances, but I would hope that it’s self-evident and that anybody could imagine that the logistics, math and context does not present us with an easy road.
I have also had a very turbulent year personally. I have struggled. Through the pandemic, I’ve confronted obstacles that have changed my life forever. Alcohol abuse, rehab, divorce, sobriety and re-entering the live music world in a scary time. I am not a perfect person by any means, and I am always on a continuous and difficult journey to look inside, improve myself and try to be the best version of myself that I can be.
I am incredibly fortunate to have so many loving friends and family stick by my side through these difficulties, but I also completely understand that after years of complicated relationships, some people just do not feel they can be a part of my life anymore. While this hurts me a lot, I understand they are doing what is best for them and this understanding is a part of the transformation process. In the 6 months I’ve been sober, I’ve tried my best to continue doing my job and navigating things and I wish it had gone differently.
So while I do not understand why this happened this way and at this time, mid-tour, I respect the overall decision that has been made and I wish my former bandmates nothing but good health, success and happiness in all their future endeavors. These people were like family to me, and regardless of what has happened, I know that Taylor and I both cherish and value the experiences we had together with every single one of them. I look forward to playing and releasing more music, whether it be Turkuaz or the many other new, exciting projects I have in the works.
Again, I ask for privacy and respect at this difficult time. I have already received some nasty messages from people I’ve never met before, and I can’t express how much pain this brings me. I think we all could use a lesson in being more gentle, kind and loving — myself included. I hope this finds everybody safe and sound, and that you’re surrounded by positive people who support you and love you. That is the best we can all hope for.
It sounds like that the stress of the pandemic and David's struggles in his personal life caused this terrific musical group to explode. I hope that these folks put something else together - their music is so incredible. I feel very grateful for the music these folks produced for all of us, and wish them nothing but good things.
Thursday, December 16, 2021
Finding Lost Things
I am the guardian of a small, one-eyed black dog named Tai. He has been a fine companion through this horrible pandemic, usually cheerful and a very willing walking partner. We walk four times each day, including one long ramble through the neighborhood to our favorite local park. Tai has been by my side for the past 8 years now, through the break-up of my second marriage, the move out of the marital home, and the myriad of crises that have arisen since the move. Yeah, he's just a dog and has no awareness of human foibles, but he comforted me. During this Covid-19 disaster, Tai helped me to stay somewhat sane.
The other day, Tai and I were on our morning walk. When we got back to the house, my keys weren't in my pocket. Damn! I must have dropped them while pulling the plastic bag from my coat pocket to pick up Tai's poop. This was not a major calamity since I have spare keys, but it was annoying. I might have to change the locks. I opened the house with my spare key, put Tai inside and started re-tracing my steps. I had little hope of finding the keys. It was late autumn, and it was likely that the keys would be obscured by fallen leaves.
I was muttering under my breath. I had screwed up and now I was screwed. There is an alley that Tai and I often walk in the neighborhood - it's Tai's favorite place to drop a deuce. I crept along behind the houses, eyes on the fence line. I was on the verge of giving up when I saw something shiny in a pile of oak leaves - my keys!!
There is no greater joy than finding something important that you were sure was lost. The day seemed brighter and my elation lasted quite a while.
But of course, I did the same thing again a few days later. This time, I dropped the key to my backyard shed - a bigger problem because I had no spare key in my possession. I re-traced my steps to no avail. And then, yesterday morning, I was on a walk with Tai and a very good friend. I told her of my lost shed key. She went into search mode, looked at the steps of a neighbor's house and there it was! So once again, I had that jolt of elation. This time, I was saved by my friend.
I have been married twice, divorced twice. All my other relationships prior to and after my marriages also failed for various reasons that are too boring and banal to describe in writing. A few years ago, I gave up. I'm over 65 years old & retired now. I have a dog. I have hobbies. I have children & grandchildren. I have a few good friends. That's enough. I accepted that I had lost the chance to have a life partner. I have given it the college try. I stopped looking for something I couldn't find.
Last April, I was taking Tai on his long walk through the neighborhood. I heard someone behind me call my name. I turned and saw a woman I knew from the local wine shop. Back in the years before Covid, we both went to the Friday evening wine tastings and we would chat a bit. She joined my dog & me on our walk that day and we had a pleasant conversation.
And after a few months, I realized I had discovered another thing I had stopped looking for. This is unfolding day by day. I'm trying hard not to screw up or future trip. It's an unexpected chapter. It needs to progress without my efforts to guide or control it.
The past two years have been terrible for the United States, and the world. Covid-19 has killed millions. Trust in experts has faded. It appears that climate change is accelerating. Democracy is under attack. Violent crime is spiking. But I feel hopeful. For me, something important that was lost has been found.
Monday, September 13, 2021
Brother John is Gone
My big brother, John, died early in the morning on August 31. I have been processing this loss for the past two weeks and felt the need to write something about him. The picture above was taken in the summer of 2016 at the Aspen Viewing Area of the Santa Fe National Forest in New Mexico. This was our last big trip together.
John was born in February 1947, an early Baby Boomer. Our parents were both veterans of World War II - our father served in Europe with Patton's army, our mother served under MacArthur in the Women's Army Corps, mostly in New Guinea. John got to be an only child for almost 8 years as our parents tried to scrape out a living in the San Francisco Bay Area after the war. New "starter homes" were springing up all over the country for returning service personnel and their young families. In 1953, my parents bought a newly-built 3-bedroom ranch house in the Bonaire neighborhood of San Leandro CA, a town next to Oakland. I arrived in November 1954. John & I grew up in that house.
John was a high-achieving kid, a stand-out student, an Eagle Scout, president of his class in high school, a varsity swimmer, recipient of a full-ride scholarship to a fine liberal arts school in southern California. I was his annoying kid brother, and I hated following in his footsteps. The guy was so damned accomplished - all the teachers used to throw his excellence and stellar reputation in my face. There was no way I could match my saintly brother's track record. I wasn't quite 10 years old when he graduated from high school and left town in 1964. I wasn't really close to my brother when I was a kid - 8 years is a lifetime for a 10 year old boy, and our worlds were very different when we were under the same roof.
John did many wonderful things. One wonderful thing impacted me when I was still living at home. Our father struggled with alcoholism and bipolar illness when I was in middle school and high school. I didn't have a strong male influence and I was starting to slip into misbehavior. John noticed. He stepped up. He invited me to visit him in his first home after he graduated from college. He would come home and hang out with me. He talked to me about sex, something my parents never did. John filled the gap - he became my mentor when my dad was too sick to play that role. John always showed up when I was in trouble - during my two divorces, during the failure of my business and during the illness and deaths of our parents. He was a rock.
John was a great husband and father. He was a master teacher, who taught at international schools in three different countries and the public schools in Portland OR and New Orleans LA. He was an enthusiastic outdoorsman, full of skill and resilience. But the amazing thing about John is how he was able to accept everything that life served up, good or bad. His son Joe summarized it well: "My dad always made the best out of every situation."
When he was in his forties, John was diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. This was an early onset of the disease - the majority of folks that get Parkinson's Disease are diagnosed after they are 60 years old. It was a stroke of bad luck, to be sure, but John soldiered on. He kept fighting to retain the things he loved in life for as long as possible. While he was always kind and compassionate, those qualities expanded as the disease progressed. To make things more challenging, John was also afflicted with severe scoliosis and osteoporosis. He kept moving forward, but the burdens eventually overcame him. These are evil diseases that slowly steal a person's ability to function. John was suffering, especially after his wife, Susan, died in August 2020. I miss him terribly, but I'm glad that he is no longer in pain.
My brother, my mentor, my friend. I am the last surviving member of my family of origin. It is going to be weird to live without John.
Wednesday, August 18, 2021
Stoic philosophy and Afghanistan
I have no significant knowledge when it comes to foreign policy or military strategy. I am an aging white man in the midwestern section of the United States who avoided military service and is repulsed by the idea of a political career. But I have Opinions, of course. And I do believe my Opinions are wise and glorious, even though I have no experience or expertise to support them. So I am probably somewhat delusional.
In view of this disclaimer, here are my thoughts about Afghanistan.
Epictetus, the great Stoic philosopher, lived in Greece between 50 and 135A.D. One of his core contributions is presented above - we are powerless over most things in this world. We only have power over our own actions, reactions and thoughts. When it comes to other individuals, or groups of people, or actions taken by other humans and non-human creatures, or viruses, or nations, or Nature - we have no real power. We cannot force change and impose our will over these things over the long haul. We can only control ourselves (if we have the self-discipline to do so).
The war that the United States has waged in Afghanistan ignored this core truth.
The goals of the initial action in Afghanistan were clear - destroy Al Qaeda, catch and/or kill Osama bin Laden, the man that masterminded the 9/11 attacks. These actions were mostly within the control of the U.S. But then, our government decided that Afghanistan's people and government could be changed to fit the U.S. vision of what an acceptable society should be - the assumption being that this would eliminate future threats from terrorists. In order to do that, we poured money, resources and lives into a 20-year conflict. So our government was trying to force, through military violence and a gusher of money, a massive change on an entire nation. This was a severe case of "mission creep."
This effort was doomed to failure from the beginning. I can't force someone to make a change that I think is "in their own interest." A nation can't force another nation to behave differently. Yes, it is possible to conquer and dominate territory if you are willing to oppress people that disagree with your authority. But even those efforts usually fail unless the conquerors resort to genocide.
The greatest tragedies in the world occur when people, or governments, struggle to control things that are beyond their control. The only outcomes are failure or extermination of the people that won't or can't comply. The U.S. war in Afghanistan is a classic case of ignorance and folly on the part of the leaders of a very powerful nation. We have nothing to show for the 20 year struggle except for pain, financial losses and embarrassment.
Let's hope that the United States doesn't do this again, but I'm not optimistic.
Wednesday, July 28, 2021
What I have Learned from the Pandemic
In April, I thought that the pandemic was over. It was a month after I received the J&J "one and done" jab. Vaccination demand was skyrocketing and the primary problem was getting adequate doses to satisfy the folks clamoring for their shots. The United States went from a high point of over 300,000 new cases a day in early January of this year to under 3,500 new cases on July 4th. I started travelling again and went out to my local restaurants that managed to survive this terrible time.
It looks like I celebrated too early. We had 108,775 new cases on July 26. The Delta variant is overwhelming the unvaccinated. When cases go up, so do hospitalizations and, eventually, deaths. We are closing in on 300 Covid-19 deaths a day, up from 37 on July 4th. These illnesses and deaths are all voluntary since they are occurring primarily among unvaccinated people. Supply of vaccine doses is no longer a problem. There are no more supply chain kinks; there are only kinks in the brains of many Americans. They are choosing to believe things about vaccines that can be proven to be untrue.
I'm back to masking when indoors. I am also looking into adding Pfizer or Moderna to my system - the J&J jab doesn't seem to be as effective against Delta as the other vaccines. I am in the risk group of folks - over 65 years old - so I am interested in bolstering my immune system. But I'm lucky - I live in Evanston IL, where most people are fully vaccinated. If I stay in the city limits, the risk is quite low. Covid isn't a crisis anymore for those of us who are vaccinated. It's the unvaccinated people that should be worried. But the kinks in their brains don't allow them to perceive the threat.
I went into isolation on March 12, 2020. I got my jab on March 12, 2021. I learned a lot during this year + of loss and solitude. I decided to make a little list.
- Death is right behind us, all the time. It can be a microscopic virus or a drunk driver or a heart attack or a bullet. Remembering that death is coming for all of us helps me stay focused on the miracle of human existence.
- In addition to being inevitable, death is also random. I tested positive for Covid-19 last fall and had almost no symptoms. A friend of mine (about my age) caught the bug and was dead in 10 days.
- We can't ignore our losses. I've lost friends to the novel coronavirus. My sister-in-law died during the pandemic (but not due to the virus). Many of my musical heroes caught Covid and died. I have felt numb at times. I need to sit with the losses, not stuff them down and seal them off.
- Great progress can be made in solitude. Sorting out the tangle of past events, finding ways to increase serenity and reducing the crazed "busyness" of modern life have helped me relax a little, finally.
- Grandparents are important. For parents of young children, this pandemic has been really challenging. When grandparents can step up and help with childcare and other parenting work, the pressure on mom and dad becomes more manageable.
- Humans are incredibly adaptable. I have spent a lot of time on Zoom video calls. The platform works well for certain types of interactions. Technology and government fiscal policy saved the economy from a long, terrible recession. It has been amazing to see resources mobilize to fight this thing.
- Technology can't help us with one problem - lack of human touch and closeness. A life without handshakes, hugs and kisses is not a complete human life.
- We should not let things go back to normal. I learned that I am more self-sufficient than I realized. I also learned that I need other people and I need to extend kindness to friends, family and strangers. Self-sufficiency can co-exist with deep connection to others. The pandemic also exposed a truth that we like to ignore - that rich people/white people sail through crises that destroy poor people/people of color. We should not forget what has been fully revealed.
- When all else fails, play the harmonica.