In honor of the Boss's birthday, I am stating to the world that I am reclaiming my fandom.

I will be waiting in vain / After all that you did I must be insane / But I, I’ll still be waiting there for you.

I am formally exiting the realm of activism to focus on my artistic endeavors.

One land between the sea and river / Israel, Israel, ours forever.

Banish those spirits that are watching from the woods / rip out that devil lurking under the hood.

Thanksgiving is also the anniversary of making Asbury Park mine … falling in love with the Jersey Shore, not just at the Jersey Shore.

Anyone who has ever completed the study of a Talmudic tractate will find this prosody familiar.

You’ll level the field, you’ll even the score / You’ll beat that devil, you’ll win the war.

The era is over for thinking small / From this point forward, we’re thinking bigger.

The truth must be spoken somewhere.

I wish that I could close my eyes, teleport and materialize, right there by her side in California.

When I say “spiritual groove” this is who I mean / They be at the center of this whole new scene.

Finally, someplace that was all about the love.

And the stupid thing is, I really don’t know you that well / Not well enough to call you on this, not friend enough to say go to hell.

Owing to a series of unforeseen circumstances, I had to take my blog down and review the images that accompanied each post.

Once upon a time it was cool and it was fine / To make some kind of impression with a romantic song.

The end of the trip / All the way from New Jersey to California.

What sort of universal truth do I seek in these desert sands / What sort of private epiphany will I find?

And the road keeps on going and the beast keeps on rolling / Until I’m up and over the Great Divide.

Not the usual “Shabbos” that I don’t roll for / But still an opportunity to loosen my load.