Today’s Small Discussion on NYC, Music & Writing.

7 am, 3.19.19.



I started my working years during the 1970s.

I worked and flourished in the hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps – NYC  – and sometimes I’d work through the night when no one was around on empty floors while I blasted the great music of the era.

And one of my early loves kept me company.

“Come… Fly With Me” ~ Alison Steele – the Queen of Midnight Radio -her voice made love to me and kept me going with her radio show. God I loved her voice. Damn. She died in 1995. RIP Alison! You are missed. {sniffles} FUCK CANCER.


I worked daily on a six-foot scaffold, on four wheels and rolled around high-rise office rooms – sans furniture – providing full renovation of tenant ceilings. If you’re in an office in NYC right now, look up. I’m one of the guys that may have installed that ceiling above you. Especially if you’re on a floor that hasn’t been renovated in over forty years or so. {I might have signed my real name above that ceiling – hidden from your view.}

I did not work without music. It was a must. I despised anyone who told me to turn the music off or leave the job-site. I think I may have left a few of those times. They had no right. If they didn’t allow music, I’d bark like a dog for the entire remaining length of the job. WOOF WOOF!

I was nick-named: “Barking Dog,” because I would never cease throwing my voice, sounding exactly like a barking dog (or a pack of dogs) in the distance. I was one helluva ventriloquist and ergo, building tenants had to ask the construction supervisors, to find the dog on the 80th floor and “get it the fuck” out of the building.

They didn’t believe it when they found out it was me. Woof. Fuck you – NO MUSIC?! MY ASS!

I still refuse to work without music and continue that process to this day at home – in the north woods of nowhere – where no one can complain. YES!

Now I write with music of the 70s blaring in the background, where my work-life originally exploded in love, procreation and a practice of my guitar which eventually lead to recording sessions.

Ah. Music. It’s a force of my life. Yours?

And here I’ll leave this short discussion of my past life in NYC during the height of GREAT RECORDED MUSIC.



{Just imagine me wiggling on my scaffold as I grew into one of the best ceiling specialists, in the city.  – Ah tearful laughing memories – So Mote It BE.}

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2 Responses to Today’s Small Discussion on NYC, Music & Writing.

  1. Love it! Listen to ABBA or bark like a dog. No choice at all. All my female relatives of a certain age are nuts for ABBA. They were huge in Australia.

    And why not? They put out some great songs and videos.

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  2. Øle Ø. says:

    “The flutter of wings, the shadow across the moon, the sounds of the night, as the Nightbird spreads her wings and soars, above the earth, into another level of comprehension, where we exist only to feel. Come, fly with me, Alison Steele, the Nightbird, at WNEW-FM, until dawn.”


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