Over the last few years, I commissioned a couple of brilliant musicians to revise, rearrange and reimagine songs that I’d written decades ago. As a result, I’m releasing 15 songs on an album entitled “Unfinished Business” under the pen name “Pinski Thomas”. I’ve provided links below to Spotify, iTunes and Bandcamp where you can listen to them, add them to your playlist or even download them for purchase! 😉
I hope you’ll take an hour out of your busy schedules and give them a listen. It’s been a labor of love for me and a lot of the credit goes to the musicians Mark and Matt for making this happen.
Here is the latest song the boys and I recorded. When I mean “latest”, I mean we took a song written in the 80s and resuscitated it. One more to go before I’m finished with the album. I hope you enjoy it.
Being a writer, I constantly overuse “…” in my drafts in order to get across a point about the dialogue of a scene. This, of course, extends into my emailing, texting and social posts. It wasn’t until one of my daughters responded to an ellipsis and asked if I was mad at her did I realize that she had a completely different meaning for the punctuation mark.
To younger generations, “…” means that you are… ANGRY!!!
… MAD! Not crazy mad, but angry, Angry Bird angry, pissed off or just plain upset. Never in a million years would this have crossed my mind but, hey, I’m getting old. What’s worse is that I’ve also found out that the symbol has been in use for over ten years now. Now all the “…” in Donald Trump’s tweets make sense. Even he knew!
My first instinct was to refrain from using the symbol at all, but now I’m considering a more productive alternative. I could throw them into every email to my boss because he won’t know what they mean, yet anyone else copied on the email that’s under 30 would get the joke. You know, a nice subversive way of sticking it to the “The Man”. Or I could start writing an angry political column focused on younger adults and use an ellipsis in every sentence. Who knows, maybe it will start a whole new movement, or maybe even…
There I go again. Oh well, I think I’ll just keep using them everywhere in order to keep the younger generation on their… toes.
Even though I’m not a big country music fan, one of Hank Williams III’s albums came across my desk one day and I just had to put it on. I mean, how could I not, being a self-proclaimed hell raising aficionado, and considering the title was, Straight To Hell. As I meandered through the thirteen songs, I soon realized that this was a man after my own heart: a rebel without a cause.
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