I’ve moved this web site to a new system. So it feels appropriate to make some pointless remark about resiliency and longevity. But there really are no fancy words. At this point in my life my survival is not a dramatic statement or some misguided defiance.
I decided to kill myself last week. December 11th, 2019. It was a Wednesday. Since I’m writing this now, it’s fairly obvious I didn’t go through with it. Suicide has been on the table since I was a kid.
On Feburary 6, 2019, Wicasta sat down with Nick Ciraci, a talented young mind in the MIRA program at Saint Petersburg College in St. Petersburg, Florida. Nick and Wicasta chatted for almost two hours in the SPC Radio studio on the Gibbs campus
Matt Kessel, an amazing young multi-instrumentalist, sat down with Wicasta on January 30th, 2019, for the first of two interviews.
Tom Morris – July 7, 2019 On March 7th, 2019, I sat down with Tom Morris, producer, engineer, and co-owner of the legendary Morrisound Recording studio which Tom runs with his brother, Jim, in Tampa, Florida. Tom is also an adjunct professor at Saint Petersburg College in its heralded MIRA program. Tom sat down with… Continue reading July 7, 2019 – Tom Morris
I’m sitting here this morning pondering the Palladium. Long story short, my first class of the new semester as Saint Petersburg College starts today with my Live Sound Reinforcement Tech. It’ll be at SPC’s Palladium location. Hopefully the title is self-explanatory, but if not, suffice it to say that it’s the study of doing live sound properly (something most artists can relate to).
I’ve been thinking a lot about the many broadsides I’ve seen launched against Roger Waters now that he’s released a new album, “Is This the Life We Really Want?”. I’ve mostly been thinking about how I’ve always found myself in the position of defending Waters, ever since the release of “The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking” in 1983.
I just got my genealogy database back online. I’d been putting it off for ages. There’s always so many other more important things to do. But yesterday was the day. My uncle, Allen Lovelace, died on Sunday. I owed it to him to mark his passing.
I won’t be shedding any tears over Lemmy Kilmister. He was a hard-drinking, hard-living Rock & Roll animal who probably lived well past his natural expiration date. He wasn’t a particularly gifted lyricist, but he had a wry sense of humor that always crept in Motorhead songs.
When I saw this article, I immediately thought “Wil Wheaton is right”. I expected there would be plenty of people posting comments about how Wil Wheaton was a spoiled Hollywood celebrity, and belittling artists who expect compensation for their work.