Author: Daniel Thompson
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PODCAST: ‘We were here, and we mattered.’
Lately, I’ve thought a lot about the Kenosha music scene. And, I had a realization and wanted to share it in an episode of “Inside the Mind of Daniel Thompson“. Really, I remembered how important creatives are to their local communities. Likewise, I recalled how — statistically — there are many things stacked against them.…
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Photos: Bourbon Underground open mic
Walking up to Bourbon Underground on a Monday night, you’ll first be caught off-guard by the performer in the window. Next, when you open the door, you’ll probably be warmly greeted by Haven Fair — a well-known open mic host in the area. Sitting down at the bar, you’ll order a drink from Joey. Now,…
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Natural American Spirit, Black
Turning and returning, Becoming and unbecoming, We all saunter home. Life hadn’t been The extravagant feast We had been expecting. Left starving and cold, We walked the streets, Weary ghosts longing for a bed. Dead things better off living, Among the living things better off dead.
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Write your own future
There’s something that the philosopher Heraclitus said way back in ancient Greece that I think of lately. Those words are, ”No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” In essence, it means we are in a continual state of becoming. The only…
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Photos: Olafson & Porter Acoustic Jam
One of the things I love most about the Kenosha/Racine area is the staggering number of musicians and general creatives we have around here. In fact, if you find yourself just driving around downtown Kenosha on any given night, you might just run right into a group of musicians sharing their songs at one of…
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Keep. Trying.
It’s been a long time since I could tell you where I fit into things with any amount of certainty. To myself, I have become this piece that goes to some possibly important machine or puzzle or song that got dropped somewhere or didn’t make it back into the box so that the picture could…
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This place isn’t meant for beautiful things.
I think that may be why you had to leave it. You were sunshine contained behind the dark screen of society’s fading humanity. You were a songbird watching machines tearing down the trees whose branches were where you’d found your voice. You were a complex, expressionist painting taken for granted by fools who loved simple,…
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I don’t like you better when you’re gone.
There’s a hole in the world that only I can see. I linger around it or lie around its edges just to be close to you and the memories still digging this hole inside of me.
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Solitude on Mendota
Not many words escape The growing pressure That holds my lips Closed more and more The longer I stay here Silently wading into my own solitude, Waves Of numbness Crashing over me And as I’m baptized In the waters Of indifference That have tried to pull Me under since I could Crawl to their shores…
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‘I should have brought you the ocean.’
No, there isn’t a missing “to” in that. I remember you telling me a story about going to stay in a hotel within driving distance of the ocean. You’d always wanted to see it, but the chance hadn’t come yet. Finally, you were right there. It was within reach. However, your friend wouldn’t let you…