Better Late Than Never

Even though I listen to a fair amount of new music thanks to my XM radio, I don't always keep up with the trends. I might hear something good, but…

Still Go-Go-ing Strong

Each night when I read my local newspaper, I love to peruse the "Today in History" section. I scan the celebrity birthdays to find some interesting topic of conversation. Yesterday,…

Stayin’ Alive … For Real

Luckily, I managed to miss most of the disco era. Sure, I was alive, but I hadn’t reached my teens so I watched the whole mess from afar.

The closest I got to disco fever was a copy of the strange “Disco Duck” album released by DJ Rick Dees, who was making fun of the whole fad. I didn’t realize I was supporting satire at that point. I just thought the duck voice was funny.

Like a lot of people my age, I have supported disco through the years, but with a wink and a nod. I continually find myself amazed as the Village People song “YMCA” gets families to dance and sing since that’s the last thing the lyrics suggest.

But songs like that ultimately make us have fun, and that’s the point. Having fun and saving lives.

Music to My Ears?

A flier came home from school the other week. Since Bridget has entered the third grade, she could now sign up to learn an instrument.

At first the thought of rudimentary violin being played in the house might not sound like the greatest idea in the world, but I knew I could not let this chance pass by.

You see, I have absolutely no musical talent whatsoever. And I blame the nuns.