“There may be snow upon the roofbut there’s a fire in the furnace”Another of Uncle Dave’s aphorisms that he would deadpan as if in earnest His jibes may not have been all his ownbut he delivered them with panachewith the skill of a great comic actordisconcerted and unabashed He lived until nearly ninety-fiveand never lost his witwith a joke or jest […]
(Reynold D. Philipsek)I have been writing a “poem” a day lately for a small private collection I am calling, “Verse in the Time of Covid.” Here’s one of the latest. I’m not as smart as I used to thinkBut greying hair did not dim the lightI no longer feel I’m on the brinkof genius when merely bright I now blush
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I have always been somewhat of a hobbyist with poetry. Aside from a few song lyrics I have not written much for about 20 years. The self-isolation and world situation has reactivated that idea. Take care. Reyn “Karma Yoga” (reynold d. philipsek) I sense no sign of diminutionNo lack of longing hereThe wish to justify this existenceis always present and
This protracted period of forced solitude and just my age, in general, have been instrumental in my recent musings about my life and so-called career as a musician. One thing I have noticed for some time now is how people who are not involved in the music biz have some false notions about the reality of it. A comment I
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Performed and written by Reynold PhilipsekCopyright Zino-Rephi Music (BMI) Back in the mid-1970s, I took some college-level music classes. These were still the days when the Second Viennese School of Schoenberg, Webern, and Berg influence prevailed. They were the early 20th-century Austrian composers who explored the 12-tone technique. This roughly means a melodic line has to sound every note of
“1965”Written and performed by Reynold Philipsek copyright Zino-Rephi Music (BMI) This song, “1965,” is a fond look back to my early years. I was 12 years old in 1965 and already a guitar player and fledgling songwriter. This piece is full of hidden or codified nuggets taken from music I remember from that time, like Motown, Bacharach, and the Beatles