Driven To Drink

Damien Rice is an exceptional singer, songwriter, and guitarist from Ireland.  His studio albums are wonderful, and his live performances are powerful exhibits of the human condition translated through music. Rice's compositions, arrangements, and lyrics align exceptionally well with my current existential paradigm.  I am traveling through a chapter in this thing we call life that is illuminating my strength, courage, and a path forward that is more honest, humane, emotionally regulated, and interconnected and interdependent than I've ever been. On November 24th, 2020, my friend and a true beacon of healing, Lenée, drew The Tower as my present card during a tarot reading.  That was also the last day I ever saw my Mom alive.  She lived another 3 weeks, if living is what you want to call it.  On December 14th, at 6:36 p.m., Josie Ferguson drew her final breath with me nearby...about 10 feet with a sealed door between us.  Covid took her.  And that?  Was the moment that to

It is the sixth anniversary of the Driven 2 Drink Podcast.  I have come a long, long, long way in 6 years.  I feel so absolutely loved and fortunate to have grown through these years and not plummeted into a cycle of cynical misanthropy, nihlistic despair, and sympathetic rage. Today, I read a piece I wrote, "Traumatizing as Praxis," and we spend time with Marvine Gaye.  Music is medicine for me, and I suspect it is for you as well.  If you're here.  Regardless, I love and appreciate yinz and hope you find some respite in the time you spend with me. -G

Okay. Fact is, without knowing what I was attending at the time I was attending, I attended a concert held at the very venue where Bob Marley and the Wailers and the I Three held their final concert ever.  The concert was explicitly scheduled to coincide with the 30-year anniversary of the original.  The Marley family (...minus Ziggy...) plus the surviving I Threes (Sister Marcia and Sister Rita) recreated the set list from September 23rd, 1980 on September 23rd, 2010.  And I was there. Because of my spouse, who always keeps her eyes open for great things that might really bring me and us joy.  Always. Anyways, here is a listening experience with me reading a wonderful article written by  Patrick Varine on September 23rd, 2020, interspersed with the full concert from 1980 and some Marley audio surprises. Open your eyes.  And look within. -G

You may have read the letter Twittler wrote to his entertainment labor union, SAG AFTRA.  I certainly did, and offered a joke that I should dive into the deep end of under the influences and perform it.  Well, here is that. Additionally, I offer you a mini lesson in the creation of keto-friendly/sugar-free cocktails on a limited budget. And? Plenty of music because this always has to be a listening party. This is a fun ride, folks. Love that yinz're here with me. -G

New from Driven 2 Drink, "Th1rt3en Listening Experience."   January 30th, 2021.   Donald John Trump is no longer President.   The Democratic party controls the entire congress.   And yet, Cori Bush, a freshman representative from Missouri and a Black woman who has dared to speak truth to white supremacist power, has moved her office away from freshman representative Marjorie Taylor Greene, a Q anon adherent, Cult 45 follower, vehement anti-masker, and cheerleader, if not accomplice, in the recent white supremacist terrorist attack on the capitol.  Bush dared confront Greene for not wearing a mandated mask, and Q forbid a Black woman step out of her place.  So now Bush is moving her office and Greene is lavishing in conservative donations and proudly spreading death, disease, and dangerous rhetoric.   And this is America.   Many of us, we cisgender, heteronormative, abled, white, privileged in intersectionally resonating power dynamics, feel comfortable again…back in the

We've lost so much.  So many. Some of us experienced it close to home. In home. This is my offering, a requiem for Josie, for the Covid dead, and the unspoken words of we survivors. It's also a listening party. A gathering of remembrance and perhaps a bit of revelry.  Not quite a wake.  We're not nearly there yet.  Some some room to breathe.  Perhaps. Together. -G  

My Mom is Josie. Josie is fighting like all heaven and hell, at this very moment, against Covid-19. And not just her, but a team of kind, compassionate, overwhelmed, and underappreciated (...and I mean REAL appreciation, like in the form of actually doing some simple-ass, uncomfortable, and inconvenient shit to stop this goddam virus...) professionals.  Also, family, friends, and scads of amazing humans. Count yourself among them. I love and appreciate you. My Mom is the reason I love music.  My Mom is the reason I'm the person I am right now.  Point blank.  You dig Greg?  Thank Josie.  Have ever done some kindness for you? Brought you a smile?  Thank Josie. And don't just thank her, think about her for a moment. Maybe listen to this podcast, huh? Herein are the albums and artists that my Mom, Josie, gave to me.  Herein are the artists who, had Josie not given them to me, would not have penetrated and brought me peace and joy and some semblance of homeostasis. James Tay

This is the Michael McDonald Listening Party, but with the sound better balanced and polished.  And without missing parts.  I'm so very sorry about that, if you happened to listen and feel disappointed.  As I did.  I've added an additional intro and some traveling music before the intro and transition music to the actual thing.  Yay.  I hope. Love yinz.  Hang out. -G

In my life, I keep forgetting that Michael McDonald is more than a pretty voice.  He reminded me when he recently performed a Tiny Desk in his home, all alone with just a couple of keyboards and a microphone.  I consistently forget how amazing a musician, incredible a song-writer, and intensely fluid an improviser he is.  Again, he reminded me.  And I'd like to share my time with that performance, plus another of one of the most perfect pop compositions of all time.  Won't you?  I hope you do.  You're certainly welcome. -G

Another week of a self-care offering. Over an hour recorded beachside in Corolla, North Carolina. Wind. Waves. Birds. And you with your breath. Meditation is such a balm for anxiety, self-discovery, decompression, re-energizing, regulation, homeostasis, peace, and joy.  I find the sounds of the Atlantic Ocean deeply resonating.  I find myself easily settling into a meditative state.  And I hope you will too. Take care of yourselves and each other. I love yinz. -G  

This is a deep listen. If you have headphones, use them. This is 60 minutes of the Atlantic Ocean, recorded before the sunrise on Thursday, October 22nd, 2020...in a house on the beach in Corolla, North Carolina. Self-Care is esential. Here I offer you some suggestions for simple ways to meditate, or simply exist, listening to these soul-filling sounds. Love yinz. -G  

Here be a rabbit hole. In said rabbit hole? Georgia Anne Muldrow. You should enter this rabbit hole with me. It's quite simple. Love yinz! -G

I've been feeling a lot of things lately.  This is not a thing that is unique or outstanding in September, 2020. Those feelings, however, are awash in the neurochemicals of anxiety and chronic low-level depression.  Again, not a thing that is unique or outstanding right now. Music, for me, always helps.  Always. Some music exists for every existential moment through which I travel on this tiny blue dot in an infinite multiverse. Here are a few of the many songs that, for me, provide balance, grounding, and regulation across any moment. Love yinz. -G

Continuing with virtuosic drummers, today we take a shallow dive into the aesthetic world of Makaya McCraven.  I say shallow because there are Carrollesque rabbit holes down which one can dive and become quite lost with Makaya and the musicians with whom he plays. It is nearly September, 2020, and I will very soon be 46.  Nothing about existence has become easier and I expect a similar trajectory upcoming.  So I, and we, find ways to self-care as we do the work and fight the fights and try to make existence better for all.  And part of my self-care?  Is vibing with music.  So come vibe. -G      

Look. I really absolutely adore Ian Chang.  I don't know him.  I just adore him.  And this band in which he plays, Son Lux, I just absolutely adore them. I feel like that's all there is to say, here.  Please hang with me and get to know Ian Chang, Ryan Lott, and Rafiq Bhatia.  Like, I promise you THAT at the very least.  Get to know the music of these people. Love yinz. -G

Wikipedia does a nice job defining, "Misogynoir," so I will borrow it here. "Misogynoir is misogyny directed towards black women where race and gender both play roles in bias. The term was coined by queer black feminist Moya Bailey, who created the term to address misogyny directed toward black women in American visual and popular culture. Trudy of Gradient Lair, a womanist blog about black women and art, media, social media, socio-politics and culture, has also been credited in developing the lexical definition of the term. The concept is grounded in the theory of intersectionality, which analyzes how various social identities such as race, gender, class, and sexual orientation interrelate in systems of oppression." Today, we talk about misogynoir from the perspective of a cis white het man's desire to learn and share.  Additionally, there is music.  Always music. The soundtrack includes Bi

I attended a BLM solidarity rally organized by young people in the district from which I graduated high school.  Beautiful, brave, impressive young people.  A friend provided advising and support when asked and needed, and I committed to record the environment around me...primarily because I needed to give myself something to do to take my perserverating brain off the topic of cycling anxiety, worry, and existential crisis. But this isn't about me.  At all. I attended a rally in the community where I spent formative years, just minutes from a house, rented, in which I lived until 1992. Shaler is a suburban, really exurban area, north of Pittsburgh, PA.  There is a distinct socio-economic divide between several zip codes.  That I remember.  But being a cis het white boy in the district, I didn't experience any of the other aspects of bias, including racism, both systemic/generalized and explicit/targeted.  Obviously, it was, and is, all there. The rally was organized by the S

I know, the episode title is tedious. But the music herein is most assuredly not. Ladysmith Black Mombazo.  Rhiannon Giddens.  Carolina Chocolate Drops. And a Soweto choir performing, "Nkosi Sikelel' iAfrika," a composed in 1897 by Xhosa clergyman Enoch Sontonga. Please join me as we contemplate the history and current praxis of settler colonialism infusing relevant music. -G  

It's deeply impacting to consider, on July 4th, 2020, how relevant is Frederick Douglass' speech delivered to The Rochester Ladies' Abolition Society Independence Day event on July 5th, 1852. Here we will explore that relevance by listening to THAT speech interspersed with protest and movement songs from the 1940s through July, 2020. We who believe in freedom will not rest. -G  

As a speech/language and social-emotional clinician, a person who serves an exceptionally diverse community of families and children at an inclusive preschool, a Father ever working to improve, and a human being, I would be remiss to not communicate on, for, and to children. This podcast?  On children. And re: "for" and "to" children?  You can find a load of YouTube videos beginning with, "Mr. Greg Reads..." To me young people come first, and they are not pieces of clay to be molded and shaped in a vision steeped in compliance, assimilation, and behavior modification. I love children.  Unconditionally.  It's really that plain and simple. Unconditional positive regard. Please hang, I'm very happy with this episode.  Spend time with me, Sweet Honey in the Rock, Marvin Gaye, and Brother Ali.  Because there ALWAYS has to be music. -G