Today, in the overcast light, I noticed the last leaves of the season and met two furry folks. A book shop was remembering Leonard Cohen and I found another post-election heart.
Woody Guthrie, a folk-singing hero of mine who served in the merchant marine during WWII and wrote “This Land is Your Land,” used to sport a sticker on his guitar that read: This machine kills fascists. It was his nod to the power of music and its ability to bring people together in a cause. […]
The nasty nature of the news can’t penetrate our mutual bond of motorcycles, dirt-road adventure and campfire flames.
Like a rare rockabilly 45 rpm record, the origins of King Memphis are enveloped in the scratchy crackle and hiss of times long gone.
The series, released under the pair’s Animal Magnetism moniker and in conjunction with the Portland Symphony Orchestra, sends strangers together to a concert.
Spose saw the video portraying his story coming up as an independent artist and showcasing his journey, starting from nothing, to making it to where he is today
I love Portland, my city, my home. But I never head for a bigger metropolis when I need to get my head out of town. I always look for the trees.
She sports an eggplant, peppers, mushrooms, peas, greens, onions, a radish and more than a few tomatoes on her right arm, from her shoulder down to her wrist.
“Looking at all the bad stuff going on in the world, our country, our towns or neighborhoods,” she wrote, “how many of those things happened because people sat down and played music together? Exactly none.”
The train pulled into Portland’s Union Station at 11:45 a.m. while police held back a throng of over 2,000 people trying to get a glimpse of Maine’s brightest star, Rudy Vallee. After a moment, the 28-year-old stepped off the train and into his mother’s arms while a local band blared his hit song “Vagabond Lover.” […]