Immoderate Musings;
Quibblesome Quarrels;
Risible Rhapsodies on
Music and Morals
For those who love
silly sallies into the
sportive prolixity of
sesquipedalian taradiddles and
daffy dillies of diddling fiddle-faddle
filled with philosophical flapdoodle.
{There are only 296 verses, with a linked glossary as you go.
A preface explains, and offers excuses for, why I would create such a thing.}
Pleonastic Prodigalities of
Protracted Prolixity
With all due respect, may I gingerly suggest that you
fleetly fly, zip and zoom to parse, purge and purify the
sadly scrofulous nimbus of your impercipient certitude, and
painstakingly pulverize your plots and blots of bodacious bunk
. . . {still under construction, but coming along!}
Making Music in Zion
. . . with our hearts knit together in love and our eyes single to the glory of God.
My Perspective On the Arts
We humans are all,
by definition,
artists, musicians, dancers, poets and actors.
A Father's Day Sentiment About My Dad
A few words among others from various Utah artists and performers
about our fathers for a Father's Day article
in the Deseret News, June 20, 2010
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