Genesis 36:129? Huh? Say What?

“When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom
Let it be”

Songsmiths: Paul McCartney / John Lennon [Full Lyrics Here]
Owing to John’s agnostic politics, it would be fair to note how
Let It Be’s sentiments have a distinctive Sir Paul quality to ’em.

Throughout my nearly seven decades, I’ve relied on the Soundtrack of my Life‘s selections to ease me thru my own times of trouble; be these playbacks, PASSIVELY, via vinyl 45s / LPs / half-speed masters, analog / digital cassettes, minidiscs, CDs, I-tunes, VHS / DVD film scores; be they, ACTIVELY, via my piano keyboards.

And, btw, to the best of my knowledge, my post’s headlined numerical notation appears in no known version of any Bible; and, with good reason, too. When typed out more correctly / completely, SD 36 – 129 has a decidedly secular spin; for it then becomes the official catalog number for A Trick of the Tail; the vinyl album released on 20 February 1976 by the Phil Collins fronted, art / progressive rock group, Genesis.

No sooner had I added this pièce de résistance to my record library on 28 May 1976 than I discovered how easily one could become mesmerized by Tony Banks’ CALMATIVE, compelling synth strings; how taking this disc out on its first spin and attaining the speed of sound fully revealed this keyboardist, extraordinaire’s penchant for drifting off into entrancing, instrumental, unabridged bridges; involving 3 out of Trick’s 8 tracks; namely: Entangled / Mad Mad Moon / Ripples.

Considering how, I’m no stranger to those times of trouble (the particulars to follow momentarily), this is why I had made Trick my go-to album to cop that CALMATIVE effect. Indeed, so powerful was/is this effect that one would almost expect raiding narcs, with search / arrest warrants in one hand, drawn guns in the other, busting down the door and bursting thru the splintered frame; bleating out in unison, “FREEZE!” Guess CALMATIVE can only go so far, eh?

Anyway, it’s that Moon selection, in particular, that still inspires entire album playbacks; oft synchronized with the fullest of the lunar phases. Post twilight time is when I’ll shut down all artificial lighting; making the streaming down moonbeams, filtering thru the sheer, gently swaying in the breeze, curtains, the only light I’ll see.

Well, as promised, let’s now take a moment to flesh out my times of trouble…

In the beginning… that all followed an honest self-reevaluation of my prospects for ever landing a radio station / DJ gig. Alas, assessing my chances at slim-to-none, certainly did seem incongruous, too, considering how, one scant spring earlier, at the completion of my Junior College studies, I had accrued a 4.00 GPA; even experienced the Graduation Day pomp and circumstance, where Da Dean shook my hand, handed off my Associates Degree in Broadcast Arts, and promptly shoved me onto the real world stage; to either sing… or sink.

Suffice to say, that “sink” did necessitate trading off variety for monotony; forsaking the creation of cheery audio art for the retail cash register’s dreary racket; sorta reminiscent of R2-D2-esque beeps.

In the here and now… I’ve discovered how most of my bygone disappointments have paled in comparison TO / in the wake OF the yet to be resolved (perhaps impossible to resolve) multiple disasters; such ecological, microbial, ideological and sociopolitical / socioeconomic catastrophes all playing out, concurrently and unchecked, in real time.

Needless to say, I’ve not been awaiting the full moon’s arrival to frequently revisit Genesis 36:129.

My recommendation to all, who may be feeling similarly troubled, DO seek out your own CALMATIVE effect. Embarking on such a life journey is totally possible; wherever your own head, heart and musical tastes may lead you.




Be people vaxxed OR unvaxxed, We
can still shed and spread the batcrap
crazy contagious coronavirus which,
in turn, spawns new variants; which,
in turn, could, eventually, render the
available vaccines worthless; which,
in turn, will drag out the pandemic’s
needless suffering, illness and death!

HENCE… this easy as pie, cover your
nose and pie-hole/hole-up heads-up:

Stay Publicly / Properly Masked!
Stay Safe at Home!
Stay Healthy!









An Idiomatic “Where Am I” Riddle


Straight from the horse’s mouth, I feel like an interminably socially isolating, lone wolf who’s going stag to nowhere; the pandemic’s fish out of water, mad as a hornet, sitting duck; trapped like a lab rat in that weasel leader’s bereft of science, field experiment; condemned to waiting out the uncertain results while sweating like a pig; whipped up into ants in the pants magnitude agitation; succumbing to bats in the belfry mindlessness; driven to go on a homebound, till the cows come home bender where I’ll suffer a bad case of the spins, while pirouetting with pink elephants; the morning after finding me looking like something the cat has dragged in…

Where am I?

Aboard the pandemic era Noah’s Ark


Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!








Fortune Cookie Blog (2nd Genesis)


The proliferation of interracial relationships now factors into the female / male
equation. The inherent genetics will do what they do best. In time; In the New
Beginning; humanity will be blessed with the birth of a racially blended society
and burial of our bigoted past. There’ll be tears of joy, yet, tears of sorrow, too.
Some will miss the distinctive, innate beauty individual races once could claim.