Monthly Archives: February 2015

Florence and the Machine: What Kind of Man

Check out my latest review for FDRMX on Florence and the Machine’s new single, “What Kind of Man,” here.



I feel this pit in me

sinking down.

It’s something I’ve been working on

digging deep.


I string out all the memories

that were encased inside.

My hands dirty from the work.

I watch them flicker behind my eyes.


There are some of you there,


But I have to erase them,

in spite of it all.


The shovel hits hard on the heart,

sending off a hollow sound.

In my mind,

the emptiness continues to echo around.


When you are up high,

houses hold candles to the sky.


In a nighttime splendor,

soft lights sparkle and wane.

Highways ooze like white veins.


Water is a mysterious darkness,

softening the edges of the land,

sealed from sight are things below its placid surface,

hidden in the murky sands.


If you climb higher,

cities become bulbs,

weaved into earth’s fabric,

flashing yellow glows.


It is hard to believe what’s below is alive.

As clouds begin to engulf us,

we steer straight into an unknown

the moon doubles in size.


Check out my latest blog on the Red Rock Amphitheater and my opinion on small venues on the First Dedicated Real Music Exchange (FDRMX) website:


JUST FINISHED: The Secret Garden

Author: Frances Hodgson Burnett

Genre: Children’s Fiction

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

Many years ago, I recall watching the movie “The Secret Garden.” I was completely entranced by the tale and searched for many of my childhood years for a hidden garden of my own. I once even stole off into a neighbor’s private garden and pretended that magic made everything grow. The neighbor wasn’t too happy about that….

So this go around I decided to entice my youthful desire and read the actual book “The Secret Garden” by Frances Hodgson Burnett. And to my delight, I rather enjoyed it.

For being targeted to children, this book was still easily entertaining for an adult. The rather rattling tale of Mary’s beginning and her transformation into a ‘real’ child is a very relational one. Many people have known “the spoiled brat” or the “unwanted child” (maybe you were one?). To see this particular one develop into a loving, caring being and relinquish the horrible feelings and thoughts from her past is inspirational. It is encouragement to the one’s we might think our lost.

This basic backbone of the story extends not just to Mary, but to Colin and his father as well.  It is not often that a plot line leads to several positives endings.

I find that Colin’s history hits close to the mark in life. Have you ever met a person that got sick just because they kept telling themselves they were? There are too many people that stick themselves into such a situation. …I have “X”. So I will mope around about it. Worry about it. Tell everyone about it (dramatically). But I will do nothing to actually help it. Or even determine if it’s actually a real issue…I haven’t quite figured why people do that sort of thing. Maybe it’s for attention? Pity? Selfishness? Either way, it’s not healthy for your body or your soul.

I found this novel to be uplifting and delightful. If I could paint it as a picture, it would simply be a garden full of roses bathed in the sunlight. If you’re in the mood for a childhood favorite, then go ahead and give this one a try.