The SeanGeek

 Flow You said you were leaving a long time ago You said to keep goin’, continue the flow But now the confusion is setting in We don’t know where to begin I still don’t know, now that it’s so I still don’t know, now that it’s so Beautiful sound washed over me Rhythmic waves, close your eyes to see Some may say you gotta let go But when the tide comes you go with the flow I still don’t know, now that it’s so I still don’t know, now that it’s so We may never find another you At least we came to see it on through Miles away no time to roll You said you were leavin’ but I still don’t know I still don’t know, now that it’s so I still don’t know I still don’t know, now that it’s so Copyright Sean McGinity

 Things have been crazy. Without getting into great detail, suffice to say that the last 6 months have been a roller coaster of emotions. Changes upon changes within the world itself, peppered with changes within our home, with our people and pets... after a certain point, your brain is unable to keep up. In fact, some of the changes I have forgotten have happened. The tidy filing cabinet of my mind, that constantly sorts, prioritizes, updates, moves folders has had jammed drawers, ripped files, and keeps getting stuck. There is so much going on that sometimes when I focus on the outside of our home world, another calamity has struck, another storm, another heat wave, another pompous individual pulling our culture back 20 years, segregation, a change of laws... So I retreat back into the home, into the bubble of our family and remember... oh yeah, that there are so many things here to keep up with. But at least that part is more manageable. Not less stressful because the changes th...

I know some people are expecting me to say something about what happened. And I suppose I could make something up, something flowery and tragic, wax poetic about the good they had brought to the world. It is so easy to dwell on the bad, because there was so much of it, and a significant part of it was directed at me, leaving me wounded and lost for a long time. There was good. Little snippets here and there. When we were able to create magic, we are all so in sync with each other, in the jam space and on the stage. I am going to remember those times. That is all I want to take away from that experience and the fruits of our labour, a cool as hell album that people still listen to, and a handful of the best songs I have ever co-written with anyone.

 Joe Quesada is stepping away from Marvel Comics. For some it is a day of jubilation. The man did a ton for Marvel Comics. But he also did one thing that, at one time, made him the most hated person in comics. For me, at the time, I was very angry. He touched the one thing that was so sacred to me. So let's provide some context. Anyone that knows me knows about my lifelong love of comic books. They might be familiar with my introductions to Spider-Man, my love of Stan Lee and my love of Marvel. My first comic book I truly feel in love with was Spider-Man. Unlike the Batman and Superman comics I was reading, Spider-Man was written for me. He wasn't a billionaire, he wasn't an alien. He was a kid with alot of the same problems many of us had. He was broke, he was a nerd, he was bullied, yet he had these powers that were weird and strange. I really identified with Spider-Man, and Stan Lee's writing really cemented my love of the character. And Steve Ditko, and later Buscem...

 Marvel Studios Moon Knight came out of left field for most people. Everything about the choice struck an odd chord. For me personally, I owned maybe a comic or two, and had him show up in other character's comics from time to time. I knew very little about his history as a character. I likely read something about him way back when during Marvel Comics' run of the Official Handbook to the Marvel Universe. And I may have played him as a character in the Marvel Super Heroes Role Playing Game. There was some things going against the character, that may have kept me at bay. I had often heard this was Marvel's Batman. I heard he had multiple personalities. I heard he was incredibly violent. He was an anti-hero. Etcetera , etcetera, etcetera. Some of these had something to do with jumping in on a character that was so incredibly complicated that it would take years to even understand what was going on. I was too late to the party. With Marvel Studios, we are all in on the ground ...

With the closure after my band's one and only show at the Club St B, and another closure just months ago, I am really starting to worry about the state of music in this fair city. I keep being told it is dying by music legends, and see the preponderances of the removal of all traditional instruments on commercial radio... has rock actually died. I have vehemently denied it's death throes. How can rock die. Rock is honest. Rock is emotional. Rock is memories. There is so much about rock that makes the world go round. As we reach out as a society, we are becoming far more insular in our interactions with each other. The more spread we put in our wings, the smaller we make the world, the less we talk. A rock show is a community event. People from different walks of life, different interests, different backgrounds all congregate together to unify in a way that is almost religious. We raise our fists and shout, we sing along, air guitar or air drums. We whistle, we clap. It...

To quote Jack Black: is it, in fact, unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter day sins, is it better to burn out or fade away? Seanorama struggles with the sins of the present as Todd Fastfretfingers convinces him of the validity of the past Van Halen collection despite their current struggles through a re-introduction of Diver Down. That’s right, a trip down the greatness that was Van Halen and how revolutionary those first Van Halen albums were, and how relevant they still should still be. #vanhalen #vanhager #diverdown #womenandchildrenfirst #1984 #davidleeroth #eddieandalex #michaelanthony #hangemhigh #wherehaveallthegoodtimesgone #secrets #topjimmy #dropdeadlegs #illwait #prettywoman #koolandthegang #dancinginthestreets #royorbison #kiss #wolfie #tone #littleguitars http://seanorama.podbean.com/e/season-5-episode-15-%E2%80%93-van-halen-latter-day-sins/

***Stream of consciousness writing.... based on a couple of things I had written as an insertion to the story--- very curious for some input on what people think this is*** And that was how it started. A casual flick of her hair, followed by a tuck of that hair behind her ear, a casual glance away, unwilling to meet my eyes. I tried to regain her eyes, to get them back on me but it was clear what I had said had ruined our moment, all lost in the glaze of the comment she had made. The truth had been revealed and although it had shaken me, I still kept falling back into that pesky trait I had to make sure she was okay. Even though I certainly wasn't. What had she brought upon me, so much so that now I was questioning myself even though she had dropped the bomb on me. She had told me the truth, something I had suspected, perhaps more subconsciously than consciously. But here we were, and I was looking more the fool than she. "So, um, yeah," she said less than eloquently...

More than I can ever properly say. Some of us have been moved to tears over the death of this performer or this musician, people that have left a direct impact specifically on you. And I guess Chris Cornell had that same impact on me. Or maybe not. We’ve all raised our fists in anger at a god that would take this person away from us. Shake our fists, commiserate together and then move on some months later. Yes we might go back and remember when that one hit comes on the radio and go, “yeah I remember.” But I don’t feel many of us do. I was nothing but a little guy when John Lennon was murdered. Dad had raised me on the Beatles. It was just one of those bands and I was aware of the music, and sang along as best as I could never fully appreciating the music. Although I was little and my emotions were undeveloped I remember watching the world around me in confusion at what had happened. I didn’t really know what death meant--- at least not yet. I couldn’t tie in these things in m...

Paradigm I see you come in waves crashing on the shore Relentless and Endless, the pounding at my door Reckless reminisce the night it fell apart A simple phrase in days a changing of the guard I thought it all could pass like a fading dream Night after night destroyed by your scream And then, there was a center we could never find And are we ever pushing outward long past the great divide And we never got past that paradigm Serenity upon sand watch it crystallize The vastness of our loss seemed to symbolize Archaic catastrophe of our trinity What did shatter the unbreakable symphony I thought it all could pass like a fading dream Night after night destroyed by your scream You thought it was a bullet going for the sun Flying pigs heading for the dark side of the moon

Saturday was the culmination of the long road I had taken a few years ago, based upon a promise I made to a dying man. I had never realized it years before that this man would share the stage with me, because his own skill was shadowed by all the praise that had been heaped on my more famous mother, her brothers, and her family. You see the man was real good, but he had not really set foot on the stage as my mother had, at least not in the same capacity. Musically, as he was portrayed, dad was an afterthought. What I very quickly learned when I first had the opportunity to play in his band was that he was quite good. He was rock solid and he was a showman. And over the years as we had the opportunity to play the stage together, I knew for certain that this guy was meant for the stage. He was it. If I thought I could play drums well, I was wrong and I really needed to step up my game to be able to be the other half to his rhythm section. He pushed me to be better and to fine tune ski...

Today is the day.  A long time ago I stumbled across this little comic drawn by Steve Ditko called Dr Strange. I had been led to that promised land by that other little title he had been working on called Spider-Man. I was a late comer to Mr Ditko. I had grown up on the Spider-Man of the late 70's/early 80's (come on, man I was under 5 years old) and had never really experienced the wonder that was Ditko. It was years later when I picked up some reprint black and whites of old Spider-Man that I really stumbled into Ditko and wanting so much more, I delved into Dr Strange. Wow. The art style was so much different than everyone else, so original, so think-y, so trippy. This wasn't the typical smooth lines of Romita or Byrne, this wasn't the pizzazz that was Kirby, this was something completely different. I'll admit the art drew me right in, but I soon picked up on the stories, which was Stan feeding off of Ditko. The stories were so out there, so different,...