Welcome to The Epic! I am launching this blog as a manifesto for and a guide to living well. The title and motto of the blog are taken from the Epicureans, at least some of whom believed in the notion that not one minute of the future was guaranteed to them and that as a result they had the duty to live life to its fullest every moment.
I believe in discovering fun and pleasurable things wherever I find myself each day and I am told I have a knack for unearthing them. My hope is that by sharing in my pleasures and some of my ways of finding them you will begin to collect all the riches that lie in the moments of your life. They are there. Take them! All our lives should be.....Epic.
Like a lot of people, I became a huge fan of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy when they played in the Epic favorite movie Swingers. Every album they put out is to my liking.
This new one however, takes them in a completely new direction thematically. This album consists of covers of great tunes by Louis Armstrong, Louis Prima and Louis Jordan all done in the inimitable BBVD style. Superb!!!!
Any Epic would love this album for summer swilling and chilling. GO DADDY-O!!
As returning Epics know, I have always loved Hartsfield airport in Atlanta. One of my favorite restaurants is there. I have met many new friends there. They have a tremendous sculpture exhibit from Africa there in the tunnel between the A and T concourses. Returning Epics also know what a year this has been for me thus far.
But even in a maelstrom the wind eventually calms and the clouds eventually begin to part, if only intermittently. Sun peeks through. In the last sixteen weeks I have not only been through the worst emotional battering of my life but I have met a couple of superb new friends, had a few priceless trips, and I have even had some memorable social events.
I sat up in bed a couple of days ago during a tremendous trip to New York and realized that I felt better. Just a little. As if my internal compass had re-calibrated. That made me smile. But the next day I had to return to reality. I was concerned that my re-calibration might not survive the trip.
Then I happened through the Hartsfield tunnel between the B and A concourses. Where I ran upon the most amazing sculpture that lines the entire ceiling. It simulates tropical tree cover as you stroll along beneath it. Full of lush colors and light. With little spots where video panels show sky and birds flying about. With audio of bird calls. I really cannot adequately describe this marvelous work of art. Or its effect on people of all ages. Both children and adults were just standing looking up at different points. Taking photos or video. Or just staring with big grins on their faces. Including me. My fears of losing my New York smile vanished when I saw this sculpture. In an airport tunnel. A true Epic experience which carried the lovely memories of my trip forward. Undimmed. Smiling still.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.
Nor can Spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same Divine Principle; the root and record of their Friendship.
If Absence be not Death, neither is theirs.
Death is but Crossing the World, as Friends do the Seas; They live in one another still.
For they must needs be present that love and live in that which is Omnipresent.
In this Divine Glass, they see Face to Face and their Converse is Free, as well as Pure.
This is the Comfort of Friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are in the best sense, ever present, because Immortal.
In my mid 50s, husband, father and itinerant storyteller. I am a putative jazz singer, poet and novelist, dedicated to mining every minute of life for the veins of pleasure they contain. My motto is "Dum Vivimus, Vivamus"..."While we Live--LET US LIVE".