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Sense of Nation 

We have lost our sense of nation, our vision, our genius, our truth. The red, white and blue has been reduced to black and white, us and them, wrong and right, libtards and alt righties, jackasses and stuffy pachyderms. Across this great land, there is a creeping fog of anger and hate blotting out the purple majesty and the shining seas. 

It has been a long time since we have stood as one, each man and woman complete with their own particular sense of nation – along with the disenchanted who still choose to remain a part of this Second Land of Promise, as George Washington called it. 

The shame of being wrong, how virulently distasteful – how can compromise possibly exist in such a state of mind? There is no “wrong”. There is only this Nation and its People.  If something is said that does not match up with your ideas but it serves the Nation why strive and scream against it? Why push back against the common good? 

Our current Administration is a natural consequence of our loss of sense of nation – Populism always shows up among the fractured and the frightened.  Finger pointing, nay saying, total disregard for propriety and the law – from the top down it seeps into the bones of this country like a virus, permeating the institutions of governance, media and education.  Like hideous zombies we stagger from one contentious issue to the next, the undead rising up, and swarming over the land. 

What once was a proud democracy has now lapsed into a monstrous, self-serving oligarchy.  Money, and not the common good, is the new truth.  “We the people” means nothing anymore.  Where action is dictated, garrulous men, garbed in their fine suits and ties, proclaim their idiotic platitudes in the face of common sense and decency.  Our Nation’s children are gunned down in public schools, while the children of the privileged are set apart in their private sanctuaries, safe from any demons except the ones that are raising them. 

Where is our Sense of Nation? Have we decided that history does not matter?  How insidious is the term “fly over” regarding this land?  As millions across this country sit down tonight, and are drugged senseless by images and words that are only meant to distract and demean streaming from their TV’s and myriad screens – it is slipping away, our Sense of Nation is slipping away.

January 24 - Sharing 

We share the air and sunsets and sudden storms, we all know darkness and the glowing moon.  Rain soaks us and the sun light warms us.  The impending end and the confusion that it creates – we share it all. 

We share the road and restrooms.  Street side diners and take out. The suddenness of birth and the struggle to dream. 

The mystical body – so ancient, so sacred – it’s a privilege to be a part of such a beautiful living dream. 

I used to share songs I’d heard with my music buddies, especially new albums.  The ritual peeling off of the plastic, the gentle squeeze to open the cover and the soft pop of the needle touching down.

First time I heard, “You’re going to lose that girl” I immediately called a friend and we got together and listened to it. Sharing listening – who knew? 

As a guitar player, I love the counter play with other players, sometimes the assist and sometimes the melody, sometimes the groove and sometimes the third above voice. 

That’s great music – people sharing, at a high level of love. 

Sharing – here’s someone I want to share with you, a nice man and a wonderful writer, blues singer and bassman -

C R Burgan

Keep sharing

So this is Christmas  

Thank God for the songwriting, otherwise this has been a rather thin year for encouragement.  About thirty songs this year with about eight of them worthy enough to be heard – the rest are just soul food for me.  C R Burgan has kept me going with gigs and open mic’s and a generous heart – it’s good to have friends like that. 

2018 is my seventieth trip around the big yellow star – and the number does get a bit daunting.  I have a recording project in the works for next year, my second CD.  I had no idea where I was going to record it and then Stephen Bigger stepped in and shined a light.  I feel strongly that this will be a good collaboration as he and I are both centered on the most important element on a CD – the song.  I may need a little financial help on this one, hopefully some of you will be receptive. 

The cover band I play in, the B Movie Kings finished out the year with two gigs just before Christmas.  Does it get tiring to play the same songs over and over?  Well, it would if that was what I did.  I always put a little different spin on tunes and some of the classics are just fun to play. 

My trip to Austin, Texas was a little tough – most of the folk who attended are gigging and me not so much, so oftentimes I was playing in rooms with only the moderator present – long way to travel to play in another living room (I hope you’re laughing).  I did get a chance to play at Threadgills and that was memorable. All the attendees were kind and supportive but rather busy with their own careers.  Totally understandable.  I’d like to try this coming year to play out a lot more. 

I auditioned for a ladies singing trio as a guitarist and I made the cut so I have another opportunity to perform – YAY!  Their harmonies are tight and they are nice people – win/win! 

I hope for you and yours, this past year has been a happy one.  More days dancing than worrying, more time laughing than crying, more moments full of love and peace than emptiness.  May the coming year be a year of good surprises, new friends/lovers and many oh-my-god epiphanies. Every day is a gift, please unwrap them carefully and remember to be grateful for every kindness received, it’s easy. 

From my Christian tradition to yours – a blessed, peaceful, joyful Christmas and an interesting but not too disturbing New Year –

Wet Day 

It's raining - I love the rain - especially when I'm dry and warm. The earth is nurtured, the sky is scoured clean and the sun shines a lot brighter afterwards - and rainbows, oh yes, rainbows.

There is also the wonderful wet and spongy feel of water falling all around you as you saunter through the woods.  The dripping branches, the splashy puddles, the soggy kisses on your face and hands and the dampness that creeps in on you, like that hug from that one Aunt who always surprises you.

No wonder that we are baptized in water, we bathe in water and we drink copious amounts of it - we are water. Big soggy bags of it, slogging around this great green rock of ours, gobbling up all the things around us that are filled with water - the plants, the animals and the moist life giving air we breathe.  The patter of rain on a roof, snuggled up in a warm comforter, with a mug of something wet and hot, simply listening to the gentle rat a tat rapping of it dancing above us.  Today, I will give thanks for the blessings that rain brings and pray that the storms to come do not fall too heavily on anyone.



My name 

For my entire life I've heard my last name pronounced so many different ways. I can't fault folks, it's an unusual name and I've been easy and understanding regarding their attempts to say it.

So, let's review - my last name is Italian. That's right, Italian.  Just like Amerigo Vespucci - do you remember him? How did you pronounce his name? Do you realize that this Italian name is where America comes from? Funny, huh?

Dolciamore:  Dole - chee - ah - MORE- ay   - go ahead, say it a couple of times. First time I heard it said properly was in Sorrento, Italy - boy, that's a great memory.

It's actually two Italian words combined - "dolci" - something sweet, like a sweet dessert and "amore" which means love - Sweet Love.

Man, that is a classy name.

I've been told by well meaning people, relatives, strangers - that I need to change my name to be able to have any success in the performing arts. For a time, as an actor, I did shorten my last name but as I grew older I kept asking myself, " Why? It's a great name. Greatest gift my father gave me beside life itself." 

The best thing for me to do is to gently educate as I'm attempting to do here. During the course of a show, if the audience is paying attention, I simply explain it to them. Without any undue emotion or emphasis. Life's a box of chocolates, but you can't cram them down someones throat.

In the spirit of my name, I offer you this brief explanation. Ciao!