Who Is Making Music As Media Line Road?
You know this road from a lifetime ago. You walked it many times. You remember the faces. You join the ghosts of those who re-trace their steps along with yours. They smiled then and smile now. Your best friends. Your gym teacher. Your brothers…here and gone. Your mom. Your dad. Someone you used to love. And, Kitty. Do you even recognize the child you once were? The best friend? The boyfriend? The father? This old man? Garage music rides the wind even now. Ricky’s garage is a mile and 40 some years away. But, Linda still sings Never My Love. The needle rises and falls on the acetate. Yet, her voice is beautiful: what makes you think love will end? There was so much promise in a road that lay ahead of us. Still, the sun is bright today. The stars are in their places and ready to shine tonight. We can forget the moment and recall the steps to now. It’s alright, and it’s all right here on Media Line Road. Welcome home! (taken from MediaLineRoad.com)
It’s The Arts, A Pointless POV
It’s the Arts. Borrowed from a sketch seen on the very first Monty Python Flying Circus episode, “Whither Canada?” You can call me William Edward, Edward, or Ed. Just don’t call me Eddie Baby. And, don’t even think about Johann Gambolputty de von Ausfern -schplenden -schlitter -crasscrenbon -fried -digger -dangle -dungle -burstein -von -knacker -thrasher -apple -banger -horowitz -ticolensic -grander -knotty -spelltinkle -grandlich -grumblemeyer -spelterwasser -kürstlich -himbleeisen -bahnwagen -gutenabend -bitten -eine -nürnburger -bratwustle -gerspurten -mit -zweimache -luber -hundsfut -gumberaber -shönendanker -kalbsfleisch -mittler -raucher von Hautkopft of Ulm. Of course, you wouldn’t since he’s in a different Monty Python “It’s the Arts” sketch altogether. The point is that there is none. Instead, reading this blog should be, like life itself, preposterously random, rich in intrigue, 2000 light years from home of lonely, soaked in bitters, and nose-holdingly swallowed anyway. Something to while away the minutes in between the hours of the days of our lives.
Hello, World!
Four generations of William Edward Pierce’s. Each man, marvelously talented in some unrecognized way beyond a small circle of friends, relatives and mothers. All four arrived. Two took their leave. But traces of artistic talent must remain. As the fourth, and last WEP of this clan, I have bread-crumbed my trail with music (MediaLineRoad.com), words, tapes, musical instruments, gadgets, plant life and a new generation of non-WE Pierce artists to follow.
I wish I knew more about the first two WEPs. Nearly 60 years on, I still have lots of work to do to know #3. If only so I can learn more about myself (quite selfishly). I wish I knew more about what they thought. What they feared. What made them smile. What made them so angry!
Of course, that’s my experience. My children and my children’s children might ask the same questions about me someday. So, let me help them along.
Words can provide clues. This blog can provide words. I’ll start with “Hello.”
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