Tag Archives: Mr. Big
Mr. Big’s Eric Martin weighs in (sort of) on the creative process.
I know two things about Eric Martin. One is, he is the singer/front man/vocal wonder that came into my consciousness with the advent of their eponymous record in the late eighties. Having been a musician/singer nearly all my life, I … Continue reading
Tuesday’s fodder and ennui
This week has been a torrential mish-mash of duties, work, caseloads and other bland-to-the-taste side orders of chronological revulsion. That also happens to be a convoluted, fibrous goiter of an excuse to explain why I’ve written almost nothing of consequence … Continue reading
I’ve written stuff so good, I am forced to MENTION IT myself.
When magician Ricky Jay performs his playing card throwing act, in which two of the cards are thrown into the exact same spot–literally with no space between them, he berates the audience with that same line I use in my … Continue reading
Made it.
Nuff, said . . . I present: Half Dome. Off to play with Eric Martin. Novato.
Yosemite, Half Dome and other rock giants
Off to presumably scale Half Dome tomorrow. Then, on saturday night, I’m sitting in on an acoustic show with Mr. Big lead singer, Eric Martin for a couple of songs. Apparently he likes the undiluted gravitas, star power and overall … Continue reading
An Experiment In The Mundane: Mr. Big’s epic hit song, “To Be With You,” translated out of its pure, poetic longing, and mercilessly clawed into sleep-inducing, literalist gibberish
In a few minutes, I’m going to lay forth what I refer to as a deliberate experiment in banality. And I’m going to use as my case study, Mr. Big’s hit song, To Be With You as my central creative … Continue reading
Master Of None 