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24 February 1999

Photo by Bob Gentry 2001 Stanyan Entertainment

A Thought for Today

Love all or love nothing. It makes no difference to anyone's life but yours.




Rod will still be appearing in Concert in Woodland Hills, CA. March 8th & Aurora, IL. March 10th but the concert in Madison on the 11th has been cancelled. 

You can also catch Rod as part of the all star review "Jerome Kern's Life Upon The Wicked Stage" at the Luckman Theatre on the Cal State Campus Friday & Saturday Nights the 2nd & 3rd of March and Sunday Afternoon the 4th.

See the link below for all ticket details.


Don Potter writes:

"So far it hasn't been a very warm February in California. How about taking us back to the "February summer day" you had in 1999?"


Fall hangs on or spring is early, I'm not sure which. The weather here has been spectacular with all kinds of flowers blooming out of season, pollen counts threatening to rise and every day a little warmer than the last. They tell us El Nino has been replaced by his sister La Nina. Whatever. The weather and wanderlust are conspiring again. With the exception of two double week storms, moisture of any kind has been hard to come by in Southern California this so-called winter. We need rain badly or later in the year the 'fire season' will be just that.

Have been a bit restless the last few days, thinking about a vacation, a weekend off or even a long drive somewhere. Barney Bigard is having an anniversary balloon trip through Burgundy in June, and while the price tag is a little heavy given my current circumstance, it hasn't stopped me from dreaming about it. Wonder how long it's been since I've taken an afternoon off to browse in used book or record stores. Seems awhile, for sure.

Songs seem to be raging in my brain demanding to be put down on paper or committed to record, but even that seems a luxury given the current work pile up. I know better than to try and resist the muse, since she's so unpredictable about arriving and dammed impatient as a guest. I do manage to write a line or two of poetry every night before I fall asleep. That has remained a productive habit for some years now.

I have a whale of things to send to Ken for The Stanyan House site and a long, complicated legal document that my attorneys have to file by month's end. I'm slogging through it but like anything in legalese it's slow going and not much fun. The most important thing I seem to be avoiding is putting together a book proposal one of my oldest friends, Helen Brann, has been gently prodding me about. As my literary executor and agent she wants to see that interrupted train of books back on schedule even more than I do.

These things will get done but I feel I'm working in a vacuum. While it's early in the year to blame spring fever it grows late in life to accomplish all the things I want to do. Can I even call those things by name?

I have the energy and the need to perform again in public, but do I really want to, now that the offers are coming in? Concerts aren't something I could squeeze into a schedule, nor would I. I know I'm a damm good performer and I want nothing less than to sustain that quality. Of course that means hard physical and mental preparation, especially since, with few exceptions, I've been away from it for a dozen years. Oh, but I miss the applause and the instant gratification. Trying on the new songs and singing the old ones lovingly. The eye contact, the heart contact within the dark. 

I've been a juggler all my life, with more balls in the air than anyone else I know. Usually I catch them all; finish what I start and take my bow. When I've dropped a ball, the failure has always been instructive.

And this new thing; I love The Net. Can't imagine playing without one now. In less than a week I'll be starting my eleventh month of signing on to this adventure. (Editors Note: ASPTL starts its 4th year in April 2001) Still on my desk and on my hard drive there is too much paper. What to do about it and all the mounting other "stuff?"

The hell with it for now, Freesia is in bloom outside. I'll take a walk in the garden. 

                                      RM - First published 2/24/99

Sorry about the cancellation of the Madison concert, I was anxious to do it, but the ticket sales just weren't there. I'll see you at Cal State, Thousand Oaks and Aurora.

If you hear a big sigh of relief coming from Southern California it's because I've just officially put "The Project" to bed. I may (or may not) get into exactly what the so-called "Project" is on tomorrow's Flight Plan and why I think you'll be as excited about it as I am. Stop by if you can. A hint: Remember awhile back when I told you I was working on something special that would only initially be available for sale at the concerts? That's what it is and it's something you aren't expecting and couldn't even hazard a safe guess about. 

Do I have your attention?

                                               RM - 02/18/2001

Details of Rod's upcoming concerts and appearances can be obtained via the link below:

Rod McKuen Concerts & Appearances

notable birthdays Sholem Aleichem o Andre Breton o Helen Gurley Brown o Pane Clark o Bill Cullen o Billy De Wolfe o Matt Dillon o Dr. Dre o Enzo Ferrari o Milos Foreman o George Kennedy o Pee Wee King o Adolphe Menjou o Toni Morrison o Juice Newton o Yoko Ono o Jack Palance o Molly Ringwald o Arnold Saint-Subber o Cybil Shepherd o John Travolta o Senator John Warner o Vanna White o Wendell Wilkie o Gahan Wilson
Rod's random thoughts Nobody ever works too hard at what they enjoy doing.

Better a false spring than a true winter.

The day you start insulting yourself you start having company.


My desk is shedding paper,
like blades of churning harvesters.
It curls up like peeling paint
on walls of some deserted fort.
The telephone, without last rites,
is buried underneath some books,
and still more paper everywhere.
Ring binders and a snapshot of a cat
who could have been
                young Magic's uncle.
Paper clips, a three-ring punch,
spilled ink and paw prints
                    top off this sundae.

I await the demolition crew,
                    the wreckers axe.

                      - from "The Sound of Solitude," 1983

1983, 1988, 1999, 2001 by Stanyan Music Group & Rod McKuen. All Rights Reserved
Birthday research by Wade Alexander o Poetry from the collection of Jay Hagan o Coordinated by Melinda Smith
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