Once we lose music, we lose ourselves. That’s why I hang on to the music I love—whether old or new, outdated or in trend, music has to be in my life. Please humor me with some of the poems, stories, and articles involving my musical spirit guides. I think I’ll start off with the group that will live forever—besides the Beatles and the Stones—The Grateful Dead.
Snippets of my trippy groove:
Keeping My Spirit Alive With the Grateful Dead.
A beautiful musical spirit I found at the Santa Barbara Farmer’s Market:
Here’s an article I wrote for HubPages on Bob Dylan :
Bob Dylan: Is He a Troubadour or Troublemaker?
My love of records:
A Poetic Flashback: Vinyl on Sunset
The Beach Boys and Brian Wilson:
A search for a musical hero:
Waltzing Steady
by Mark Tulin
I listened to John Prine
the other day
and could hear the sound
of his heartbeat
singing.
He sang in a mid-western
drawl, slow and easy,
but waltzing steady
with a quirky rhythm
and a satirical rhyme.
His gravelly voice
spread across the universe
like a worn, comfortable blanket.
He tweaked my mood
and sharpened my soul
with each bend of his jaw.
I could see him writing songs
sitting on a porch,
a beer by his side
with his gentle fingers
strumming
his sweet goodbye.
Some Things About the Crow—Mark Tulin
Two more popular books by Mark Tulin:
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Reader Comment of the Week:
Thank you, Brenda Arledge, a fellow author at Medium.com, for your comment about my poem When Mushrooms Sprouted After a Summer Rain: “I love this piece!💗
You capture those carefree moments. Everything, right down to those tie-dyed shirts—I think I still have a few in my closet. Years ago, my then boyfriend's father nicknamed me Flower Child. This was in the 1980s.
Great write.💕💙❤💞”
Read of the Week:
Misbah Sheikhh pens poetic about leaving a relationship: Exit Gracefully.