Winter Harvest

Thanks to my older sister, Francine, (see photo) I was raised on rock ‘n roll. Yeah, “rock ‘n roll,” not “rock” that came much later.

Chuck Berry, The Beatles, do-wop, Motown, and the like. If Francine liked it, it must be cool so I began “borrowing,” she would say, “ransacking,” her record collection.

She “guided” me through my first couple of album purchases which culminated with, “Revolver.” I was hooked.

Later, after a few failed attempts with the typical array of school band instruments, she saved me from a world of broken reeds and spit valves and presented me with my first guitar; an inexpensive, (Cheap) nylon string that she’d outgrown when she’d purchased a “real” guitar with a fancy hard-shell case.

Not knowing any better nor comprehending that there were such animals as left-handed guitars I made the best of it and was quickly enamored by its sonic capabilities.

(Note: I’m still left-handed I still play right-handed and I’m now, more than ever, enamored by its sonic capabilities)

It was around that time that I read the Hunter Davies Beatles biography and I knew that I’d found my destiny, my calling, my greater purpose: I was going to be a starving singer-songwriter. Like Bob Dylan. (Only without the gold records and the world-wide accolades)

And some would say that in that much at least, I have resoundingly succeeded.

Anyhow, welcome to “Brooklyn," enjoy the ride, a splendid time is guaranteed for all:

Art

"Come together now, yeah, yeah, yeah..."

"Brooklyn" photo and graphic design by Liz and Adam Mitchell.

Cover photo, 361 Maple Street, Brooklyn NY circa 1961 by unknown, mom maybe?