Like all new years, 2019 dawns with limitless  promise and if the past is any guide 2019, like 2018, will end with most of those promises unfulfilled. It is the few that will be filled that provide hope for our dreams.

Fear of the unknown causes so many problems, but their solutions also lie in the unknown. My one resolution for 2019 is to embrace the unknown, to hold it close, and to learn as many of its secrets as I can before it is whisked into the past, into the comfortable realm of experience.

Embrace the unknown, and the unknowable

Save Us, 2018!

Not to put too much pressure on you, Baby New Year, but we need some help after that nasty old man who just shuffled out the door. Did I tell you about the time he rested his penis on my shoulder? Or the time he flooded Texas and Florida then burned California to the ground out of pure nastiness? How about the time he called nazis “fine people”? Well, that’s all behind us now…


In my city, violent crime rates have dropped for the 27th consecutive year, a trend we hope you will continue. In my borough, the Bronx Bombers came within one game of the World Series last year and we figure Giancarlo Stanton has to be worth one additional win this year.

The Olympic Games will be held next month in South Korea, and in June the World Cup will be held in Russia, showing the world again how we can get together for fun and games.

Moon Express plans to land a craft on the moon this year, and the first human footprints will be planted in lunar dust since 1972, before the majority of our species was born.

You will be trouble, Baby New Year. We know that. We will accept it as well as we can. There will be growing pains, as there always are. We will love you, baby. We will do our best to raise you right, with respect and honesty and hope. All we ask is that you do your best to return all in equal measure. We know that you will have some surprises that we can’t even anticipate. Be a good baby and make most of those surprises pleasant ones, OK?  

Don’t Let The Door Hit You On The Ass, 2017

Disasters, both natural and the man-made kind, dominated the year that is ending today, but there were other things too, good things that should be remembered and celebrated because it is important to recognize beauty and progress. It’s also more fun that bitching about this awful year.

Great new music was released by Jay-Z, Randy Newman, U2, and others, probably even better, by artists that still exist in the zone of my ignorance.

#metoo gave warning to the misogynist patriarchy that it will be crushed and swept into history’s landfill where it belongs.

45 new drugs were approved by the FDA including the first cancer treatment based on genetic characteristics rather than location of tumor.

After five centuries a “new” Leonardo da Vinci painting made headlines. 

There were fewer murders in NYC in 2017 than in any year since reliable records have been kept.


We remember those who fell this year – Chuck Berry, Sam Shepard, Jerry Lewis, Mary Tyler Moore – but there were also seeds planted this year that will take years to fully blossom. We may look back on 2017 as the year when one of our greatest people was born but it will be decades before we know it.

So raise a glass of champagne, kiss someone you love, and place a big red mark on your calendar for November 6, 2018, our next opportunity to vote and re-direct our ship of state from the venality of 2017.

2016/2017 New Year’s Revolution

One day in 2015, my soul-mate asked me, looking back on our many years together, which year was my favorite, and I told her 2016 because I try to believe the best is yet to come. I couldn’t have been more wrong. 2016 was a horrible year for so many of us, in so many ways. I don’t remember ever feeling such desperation to turn the page on a year. Still, if she asked me today which was my favorite I’d say 2017.

A lot of garbage has built up in my life over the past few years and the time has come to throw it out. It will take a revolution of will to get rid of the garbage and replace it with something new and better. So, in 2017 I will:

Replace the past with the future
Replace indulgence with sacrifice
Replace desire with detachment
Replace silence with music
Replace anger with forgiveness
Replace arguments with compliments
Replace fear with humor
Replace booze with meditation
Replace frustration with acceptance
Replace politics with art
Replace desperation with determination
Replace intoxication with enlightenment
Replace complaints with laughter
Replace bewilderment with introspection
Replace introversion with engagement
Replace recrimination with understanding
Replace obstruction with tolerance
Replace intelligence with wisdom
Replace regret with redemption
Replace bitterness with tenderness
Replace intolerance with compassion
Replace resistance with flow
Replace longing with patience
Replace loneliness with love

To anyone I’ve hurt, annoyed, or made uncomfortable, I ask forgiveness.
To anyone who has hurt me, grudges are another thing I’m kicking to the curb.

As 2016 goes by, I am letting bygones be bygones
Happy New Year

2015/2016 – The Old Man & The Baby

Father Time is growing old and Baby New Year is a drain on his energy. Father Time loves his baby notwithstanding.

The old man has seen a lot. Too much. He’s seen more than he ever wanted to see. He’ll find sweet relief in the act of closing his eyes forever.

The baby is ignorant and insatiable. He cries and eats. He feeds on life. The one born last year ate Kings – B.B. & Ben E; he ate Yogis & Lemmys; he ate Leslie Gore & Leonard Nimoy, Chris Squire, Maureen O’Hara, & Allen Toussaint. The baby born this year might eat me. He might eat you. Or someone you love.

Welcome to the New Year, 2016. May he be kind to you and yours.

All is quiet on New Year’s Day
A world in white gets underway
I want to be with you
Be with you, night and day

Nothing changes on New Year’s Day
On New Year’s Day
I will be with you again
I will be with you again

Under a blood red sky
A crowd has gathered in black and white
Arms entwined, the chosen few
The newspapers says, says

Say it’s true, it’s true
And we can break through
Though torn in two
We can be one

I will begin again
I will begin again

Maybe the time is right
Maybe tonight

I will be with you again
I will be with you again

And so we’re told this is the golden age
And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
Though I want to be with you
Be with you night and day
Nothing changes
On New Year’s Day

Goodbye 2014


2014 was a strange, sad year, full of goodbyes. Here’s one last one, to the year itself. Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out, 2014.


Bring it on 2015!

This farewell song was written by Paul McCartney in 1969 and performed by Mary Hopkin as a follow up to her hit, “Those Were The Days.”


Please don’t wake me up too late
Tomorrow comes and I will not be late
Late today when it becomes
Tomorrow I
Will leave and go away

Goodbye. Goodbye
Goodbye. Goodbye
Goodbye. Goodbye
My love, goodbye

Songs that linger on my lips
Excite me now and linger on my mind
Leave your flowers at my door;
I leave them for
The one who waits behind

Goodbye. Goodbye
Goodbye. Goodbye
Goodbye. Goodbye
My love, goodbye

Far away my lover sings
A lonely song and calls me to his side
Where the sound of lonely drums
Invited me on
I must be by his side

Goodbye. Goodbye
Goodbye. Goodbye
Goodbye. Goodbye
My love, goodbye