New Mantra: It’ll Be All Right
While listening to music and thinking through a problem, a quiet phrase came to me: “It’ll be all right. You’re gonna be all right.” A new mantra, born from stillness.
While listening to music and thinking through a problem, a quiet phrase came to me: “It’ll be all right. You’re gonna be all right.” A new mantra, born from stillness.
A simple, proven method for cleaning and caring for vinyl records. From garage setups and vacuum cleaners to anti-static tricks and organizing by mood, here’s how to keep your collection quiet, clean, and built for a lifetime of enjoyment.
At 48 years old, I decided to learn classical guitar — not because I needed another hobby, but because I missed the feeling of being a beginner again.
When the day slows and the lights dim, these ten albums transform your space into a quiet sanctuary. Music to close your eyes to, and drift.
The quiet hours come in many forms — an empty gym on a rainy day, a path through the woods, or the glow of vinyl spinning late at night. Each reminds me that solitude is its own kind of luxury.
What does it mean to truly understand something? From Feynman’s sixth grader test to AC/DC’s simplicity, from indigenous wisdom to the lessons of drumming, this reflection explores how mastery moves beyond names into songs that touch mind, body, emotion, and spirit.
One night of umpiring, vinyl, and baseball videos reminded me that even as Gio grows more independent, music and small moments still stitch us together.
From mix tapes and college soundtracks to Sunday morning pancakes, music has always marked the chapters of my life. Rediscovering vinyl brought me back to that magic — slowing down, savoring albums front to back, and hearing them in a way that feels alive.
Van Halen. KISS. The Carpenters. A wild mix of noise and wonder—and a drum solo that rewired my brain. Music has a way of opening portals.
A quiet afternoon, a favorite song, and a few old photos reminded me how much better life feels with music playing in the background.
What Jane’s Addiction—and Perry Farrell’s lyrics—taught me about empathy, language, and seeing people for who they really are. A tribute to music that still hits harder than ever.
Discover how the music of Sly Stone became a lifeline during my darkest days, guiding me through loneliness, self-reflection, and ultimately back to myself.