Comments on: Busy, Busy, Busy

By: John Freeland

John Freeland — Wed, 06 May 2009 16:53:07 +0000

Getting old and dying: it’s daunting to say the least. I try not to dwell on it too much.

“Just live…
till you die,
just live.”

(lyric by Greg Brown)

By: Michael Bains

Michael Bains — Tue, 05 May 2009 21:37:48 +0000

Hey now, Larry. Write any songs lately?

Just sayin’ hey now, eh.

Hope all’s well.

Late!

By: Michael Bains

Michael Bains — Fri, 24 Apr 2009 10:50:57 +0000

Bet you’ve got bunches of gigs ahead of you. Rock ‘em all out, L-Dog!

By: Jess Accetta

Jess Accetta — Fri, 17 Apr 2009 16:37:55 +0000

Every now and then, if we are lucky, we get a reminder that this life is just a temporary journey.

I’ve learned to never take ANYTHING for granted.

You are a lucky and good man.

Enjoy every moment.

Jess

By: vikkitikkitavi

vikkitikkitavi — Mon, 13 Apr 2009 21:34:13 +0000

Life’s short, Larry. It needs more songs.

By: Theresa

Theresa — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 23:56:46 +0000

Larry,
Sorry you’ve lost your friends. Also, sorry you’ve been dealing with the harshness of unknowing mortaility.
I attended a cello recital a couple weeks ago. The cellist was phenomenal and the venue was intimate. I was especially impressed with his performance of the first piece. When he finished, he said he was relieved to have it done; however, I could tell that he was pleased with himself. How could someone so talented live in my town and I’ve only just discovered him? Then, I thought of you and how passionate and talented you are.
Love you ~ T

By: Narya

Narya — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 13:41:59 +0000

Rock on, dude.

No, seriously.

And don’t be too harsh on yourself. We all take the chances we think we can take, and you’ve taken what many people would regard as many chances. You rolled the dice.

I know about the regrets and the what-ifs and the I’ve-done-nothings; as you know, I get a serious case of those with some regularity. But remember the joy, too, and the folded laundry and the made bed. (”Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water; after enlightenment, chop wood, carry water.”) You’ve embraced life, and that, in itself, can be difficult, because of the loss that inevitably accompanies all life.

Anyway, enough blather. I’m so very sorry you’ve lost two of your friends in such a short time. Love you.

By: Wren

Wren — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 01:32:32 +0000

You’ve been on my mind, Larry Jones. I’m sorry you lost some old friends, but I’m glad you’re back. The concept of death is scarier now than it used to be for me, too. I always wonder where the years went — and then I laugh at myself because the older people I know all said that, too, when they reached my age. I like Bill’s take on the whole thing.

You know, we can only live one day at a time. That’s probably good. We’re all in this together, so consider yourself hugged.

By: Ron Southern

Ron Southern — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 17:34:05 +0000

Yes, I know, goddammit. Sort of wish we could meet and swap condolences, but it’s probably all the same. I begin to realize lately how old and worn I’ve begun to feel since that stroke last year. How could this happen to me? I was always somebody else, not this guy! Maybe I can think of something (in place of condolences) before it’s too late. I hope so.

By: Bill Stankus

Bill Stankus — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 14:55:14 +0000

I’m no Hallmark card and like you I’ve survived and also seen a few friends go. In some odd and strange way, aging is liberating. Some get so liberated they become cranky or self-indulgent. Me, I figure it’s a race against death and I’m going to attempt keeping a creative cutting edge until my mind can’t do it anymore.

I once read that at a younger age we tend to learn and respond with facts and absolutes. With age we tend to have assimilated the facts and then speak and create with abstractions.

If that’s an accurate generalization then all sorts of possibilities exist. I look at the success of many who raged against aging – Sam Clemens, Norman Mailer, Kurt Vonnigut, Gore Vidal, Ansel Adams, Matisse and so many more – They didn’t seem to be looking backward, they just kept at it … and did terrific work as old people.

Fuck aging, fuck the guilt, fuck worrying.

You got creative chops, that’s enough.