Give me your music, your art, your huddled masses of words and rhythms yearning to breathe free.
Dana Spiardi 
“Casey at the Bat: A Ballad of the Republic, Sung in the Year 1888” is considered the Grand Slam of baseball poetry. Penned by Ernest Lawrence Thayer, it was first published in the San Francisco Daily Examiner on June 3, 1888. Casey at the Bat The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the Mudville nine that day;The score … Read more
Just when you start to think Facebook is a complete waste of Internet space, jammed with nothing but lame posts — girlies sharing stories about how much fun they had going bra shopping with their BFFs; twits sharing photos of their pets in rabbinical attire — someone comes along and presents an enlightening tidbit that … Read more
Most recording artists in the 1960s were singing about lovin’ your brothers and sisters regardless of the color of their skin, but few practiced that ethos better than Sly Stone, who assembled the first – and one of the few – interracial, dual-gender rock bands of the era: the iconic Sly and the Family Stone. … Read more
“We did it because we loved him.” That was the caption under a photo of four smiling Beatles that graced the back cover of a special edition “Paul is Dead” magazine that I bought in 1970. Beatlemania had come and gone, but I wasn’t ready to let go – especially of Paul, who was my … Read more
