You can always expect a number of things from a Steven Wilson show: artfully composed, complex music, of course, but also virtuosic musicianship, pristine sound, and stunning visuals are a given.
But on his latest To the Bone tour, you can add one more thing. Depending on your perspective on Mr. Wilson, it is either completely horrifying or truly adventurous.
Yes, proggers. We’re talking about dancing. To a three-minute pop song. Continue reading
I never quite got the appeal of tribute bands.
Maybe it’s because, with a few exceptions, I’ve had the good fortune to see most all of the bands I’ve wanted to see within my lifetime. Or maybe it’s because I am perfectly OK with forgoing the experience and not accepting pale imitations.
Whatever the reason, no one was more surprised than me when I ended up buying tickets to see The Musical Box. After all, having seen the real thing 45 years earlier, I really didn’t need to make the trip out to Buffalo to see them.
But after a glowing report from my son, who had seen them a few weeks before, and after a little due diligence, curiosity rather than nostalgia got the better of me.
In the end, moving into triple digits (and moving past 500 miles for the year) on the #runstreak was a bit of an anticlimax.
It happened on April 10, for those of you keeping score at home, toward the end of a rainy 5K on the running trail at the Disney Coronado Resort, where I was attending HealthCon for work.
Here’s a selfie of that moment
along with a sign from the trail that you never see when you live and run in western New York
I was even more of a nervous nelly than usual before the United Airlines NYC Half, my first race of 2018. Continue reading
I decided to be proactive about getting out of my spiritual funk. In the only way that has ever worked for me in every avenue I have ever explored in my life, I decided I need to educate myself. That means research, and it means study.
The first place I have been led to is Professor Harvey Cox‘s How to Read the Bible.
It was not the book I was looking for — after several weeks of searching, I’m pretty sure that book has yet to be written. But if you try sometimes, as the song goes, you just might find you get what you need. Continue reading
About a month ago, I scored a couple of tickets for Jack White’s June 7 show at the Dome Arena in Rochester.
It was a pretty unremarkable experience as online ticket sales go — log on to Ticketfly, select the tickets (though, as it’s a GA show, not much selecting needed to be done), enter in my credit card info and voilà, off to see Mr. White we go.
Forty days.
Today, I’m celebrating the continuation of my longest ever run streak. Continue reading
