NO! This is NOT my Harold doll, notnotnotnot not . This is a horrifying clip depicting a Harold Lloyd windup toy from the 1930s, one that...

It's hard to believe that the music I waxed rhapsodic about yesterday is from a ballet called Spartacus. I've never even wa...

I want to just shut up here so you can listen to this, but I am also bursting to tell you: this was a process like everything else. Eons...

      Bob Dylan Accused of Painting Plagiarism!     Critics say new images are copied from famous photographs By ...

      Do you know the way to San Jose? Actually, this might be San Francisco (I wasn't there). Caitlin the mermaid has learned ...

Y'know, if you asked me abaht it, I'd have to say this: it's, kind of like a lwoong lwoong time from May to Decembah, whic...

This is, or will be, my last word on September Song, I hope. It's now wearing a bit thin now after I was hoodwinked yesterday into ...

As so often happens, a hunt for a decent version of Kurt Weill's September Song turned into something quite else. I kept playing ...

I've always loved this song since I heard Walter Brennan sing it eons ago. I love how the crowd hoots and hollers their approval. I...

    Just this. . . the merest hint of something I'm working on now. I haven't forgotten you, Harold! I've just been in ...

I admit I tend to harp on one subject until I can't stand it any more. It's part of my relentless nature and necessary for surv...