Sunday, March 22, 2026

Nevada Bob Gordon's Latest Album Earns Praise from the Bob Dylan Center

Nevada Bob Gordon is one of those rare individuals whose life reads like a country song come to life—full of twists, hard work, and a deep love for music. A singer, songwriter, and author (best known for his memoir 50 Years with the Wrong Woman), Nevada Bob has worn many hats over the decades: Navy veteran, police officer, cattle rancher, gold mine assayer, and hydrocarbon well analyst. Through it all, music has been his constant companion.

In late 2025, he released his ninth album, titled I'm Happy Wherever I Go... Most Folks Are Happy Whenever I Go! Recorded in Nashville--with an All Star team*--the project features a mix of covers and originals that showcase his gravelly voice and storytelling style. Standouts include classics like Fats Domino's "Blueberry Hill," John Fogerty's "Bad Moon Rising," Merle Haggard and Waylon Jennings tunes, and Wyland's "Keep It Country Keep It Real."


One track in particular stands out: a heartfelt cover of Bob Dylan's "It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry" from Dylan's 1965 masterpiece Highway 61 Revisited. Dylan's original is a slow, laid-back blues gem—one of the more relaxed cuts on an album packed with electric energy. It draws from traditional blues roots, weaving in influences from legends like Charley Patton, Brownie McGhee, and Leroy Carr, while adding Dylan's poetic touch.


The song carries a world-weary resignation: life can be tough, joy doesn't come easy ("it takes a lot to laugh"), but sorrow arrives almost inevitably ("it takes a train to cry"). Trains in blues lore often symbolize departure, lost love, or life's transient journeys—perfect for a track that's equal parts melancholy and gentle groove.

Nevada Bob brings his own flavor to it, infusing the tune with a seasoned, lived-in feel that honors the original while making it feel fresh and personal.


The highlight? An email from Steven Jenkins, Director of the Bob Dylan Center in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The center, which houses Dylan's vast archives and celebrates his legacy, reached out after Nevada Bob shared his CD:


Howdy Bob,

Nice to chat last week, and thanks again for sharing your CD with me. I really like your Dylan cover—you bring a whole new feel to the song—and the rest of the album is terrific as well.

Thanks again, and wishing you all the best from the Dylan Center.

Steve  Steven Jenkins

Director, Bob Dylan Center


Coming from the official stewards of Dylan's work, these kind words carry real weight. It's a nod that Nevada Bob's interpretation resonates even with those closest to the source material.


At 85+ (and still going strong), Nevada Bob Gordon proves that passion for music—and a good story—never ages. 


If you're a fan of classic country, bluesy covers, or just authentic voices from the road, give I'm Happy Wherever I Go... a listen. It might just put a smile on your face... most folks do when Nevada Bob's around.


(You can find his music on platforms like Apple Music, Spotify, YouTube Music, and more. And naturally, if you're ever in Tulsa, swing by the Bob Dylan Center—it's a treasure trove for Dylan enthusiasts.)


What do you think of Dylan's bluesier side? Have you heard Nevada Bob's take? Drop a comment below!


Musicians accompanying Nevada Bob on this CD: Wanda Vick Burchfield, Charlie McCoy, Mark Burchfield, Eddie Bayers, and Randy Moore.

Saturday, March 21, 2026

The Secret Sharer

I still remember the first time I read "The Secret Sharer" by Joseph Conrad. I had obtained this peach-colored paperback titled Great Short Works of Joseph Conrad. His story "The Lagoon" knocked my socks off when I first read it and made me hungry for more of Conrad's stories and novels. This volume included "Heart of Darkness," famously re-interpreted in Francis Ford Coppola's Apocalypse Now, as well as this one, "The Secret Sharer." I was determined to learn how to write short fiction (I didn't believe I had enough free time to write a novel while raising a family and holding down a full time job) so I selected classic authors and burrowed through as much of their work as I was able. Conrad was one of these.

I loved Conrad's stories for several reasons. First, because I was impressed by the fact that English was his third language. Second, because they were deep. He found ways to touch deep parts of our inner lives by making vivid the psychological complexity of his characters. Third, his descriptions were so alive and the writing beautiful. You could easily tell he had experienced the settings where his stories took place---a South Pacific island or Congo backwater or, in this case, a sailing vessel in the South Seas.

This story is told in first-person by a young, unnamed captain taking command of his first ship. Only later did I learn that "The Secret Sharer" is based partly on a real shipboard tragedy and partly on Conrad’s personal memories of himself commanding a vessel for the first time, which makes the story so real, even though that's not precisely what the story is about. By combining those two sources, Conrad created a psychological sea tale about leadership, responsibility, and something bigger. 

That "something bigger" is the nature of human nature. When I myself read "The Secret Sharer" I saw the story as a metaphor for our "two selves," the one that is hidden and the other that is known. This "house divided" cannot stand, thus the story is includes the question of how to bring resolution to this inner conflict.

As the story begins we learn that narrator is captain of a ship at port in the Gulf of Siam. Across the way there is another ship anchored called The Sephora. We quickly learn this our hero's first command as captain. He's quite young for such responsibilities, still in his twenties, and this story is essentially a rite of passage, his personal initiation into leadership.

The night before departure he instructs the crew to knock off early so they'll be rested for the voyage. The mates obey, but think it a curious thing for the captain to take the night watch in this manner. What happens next is even more curious. In the dark he goes to pull up the ladder but it seems stuck on something. When he looks, it startles him to see what appears to be a headless man holding on to the bottom rung of the ladder.

As he hung by the ladder, like a resting swimmer, the sea lightning played about his limbs at every stir; and he appeared in it ghastly, silvery, fishlike. He remained as mute as a fish, too. He made no motion to get out of the water, either. It was inconceivable that he should not attempt to come on board, and strangely troubling to suspect that perhaps he did not want to. And my first words were prompted by just that troubled incertitude.

He goes on to say...

I had somehow the impression that he was on the point of letting go the ladder to swim away beyond my ken—mysterious as he came. But, for the moment, this being appearing as if he had risen from the bottom of the sea.

In reading this I was immediately given the impression that this "bottom of the sea" was a metaphor for his subconscious self.

The man (his name is Leggatt) is invited to come aboard and the captain rushes off to get him clothes so that they are dressed alike and even look alike, Leggatt himself being in his twenties as well. As they talk, we learn that Leggatt shares the same education and background. The captain calls him his double, so there is no mistaking the meaning of this character. 

But we also, the captain and reader, learn that Leggatt is a fugitive. He killed a man while serving as first mate on the Sephora. The young captain listens to the man's account of the incident. The chief mate, refusing to follow orders to secure a sail, put the Sephora at risk and with it the safety of all aboard. In short, though Leggatt saved the ship he was locked up for the crime.  

Feeling the crime may have been justified, the narrator of this tale hides his double in his own quarters. They each share their personal stories and consider how things will unfold as a result of this unplanned, unlikely twist of fate.

So begins a tale fraught with tension, first because this is also a test of the captain's own ability to lead. And then there's the stress generated by having to conceal this secret from the crew. The story is a perfect setup to address themes of isolation, the duality of the self, courage, and the struggle to assert authority. 

As the story unfolds the screws tighten, but as in life, stress reveals who we are and what we're really made of. This is the heart of the story.  

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Joseph Conrad had been working on the political novel Under Western Eyes, which dealt with life and politics in Russia, to write this shorter story which was originally called “The Secret-Sharer: An Episode from the Sea.” It was first published in two installments in Harper’s Monthly Magazine in August and September of 1910. A couple of years later, in October 1912, it appeared again as part of a small collection of Conrad’s sea stories titled ’Twixt Land and Sea: Tales.


Read the story here:

https://www.gutenberg.org/files/220/220-h/220-h.htm


Bonus Track: The Lagoon

https://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/Lago.shtml

Friday, March 20, 2026

A Free Press Is Fundamental to a Free Nation

"Men love darkness rather than light because their deeds are evil."--John 3:19

One of the most. significant features of the U.S. Constitution is the first 10 amendments to the United States Constitution known as the Bill of Rights. It could be argued that this is one of the more profound documents it history, guaranteeing fundamental individual freedoms while limiting government power.

Throughout our history we have witnessed assaults on these various tenets that were brilliantly and thoughtfully conceived by our Founding Fathers. To our benefit these attacks have been rebuffed. 

Today I'm thinking about one of the most important freedoms: freedom of the press, a freedom that is not universally shared. 

On Sunday March 8, the NYTimes editorial board published a feature editorial titled The Free Press Is Under Threat Globally.

The editorial argues that press freedom is deteriorating around the world and warns that democracy itself is at risk if independent journalism continues to weaken as governments increasingly use arrests, lawsuits, and intimidation to silence journalists. 

Record numbers of reporters are imprisoned today, particularly in authoritarian countries, creating a chilling effect on investigative work. At the same time, digital surveillance and unresolved violence have made journalism more dangerous. The piece concludes that a free press is essential to democracy, and that the United States must defend it both at home and abroad to maintain credibility. When journalists are silenced, corruption and abuse of power flourish. Protecting independent journalism, the board argues, should be a priority for governments and citizens everywhere.

Here's an excerpt: 


At least 330 journalists worldwide were in prison at the end of 2025, according to the Committee to Protect Journalists, up from fewer than 200 a decade ago. More than a third of them were serving sentences of five years or more. Nearly half remained behind bars despite never having been formally sentenced. One-fifth say they were tortured or beaten. An additional 129 members of the press died while doing their jobs or because of them, the highest number since records began in 1992. Among the worst offenders against press freedom have been China, Russia, Egypt, Ethiopia, Iran, Israel, Myanmar, Sudan and Turkey.


A little further the Editorial Board stated:

The press faces challenges in freer societies, too. Israel's war in Gaza led to the arrest of almost 100 Palestinian journalists, often without charge, and at least twice that number were killed over two years, a toll without modern precedent. 

This latter statement is especially disconcerting. In addition to the elimination of hospitals and medical care, the targeting of journalists is undoubtedly one of the most troubling facets of the Gaza conflict. As I read the op-ed it brought to mind a Medium post I wrote in 2020, "The Real Reason They Punish Horse Thieves." 

As George Savile, Marquis of Halifax, noted, “Men are not hanged for stealing horses, but that horses may not be stolen.” Can this be the real reason they shoot journalists in Gaza or eliminate them elsewhere? 

The Watergate affair and My Lai massacre made heroes of journalists like Woodword and Bernstein and Sy Hersh. Their work inspired others to pursue this important profession.

Not all government leaders, however, want their deeds exposed. Fraud? Thievery? Corruption? War crimes? No wonder they shoot the messengers. 


The Old Testament prophet Jeremiah stated that the heart is deceitful above above all things. Even good kings can go bad. Thus the Times board concludes that a free press is essential to democratic accountability. 


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Related: 

Judge Rules Pentagon Restrictions on Press Are Unconstitutional

Kenny Holston/The New York Times March 20, 2026


Comments welcome below.

Thursday, March 19, 2026

Throwback Thursday: Someday Is a Dangerous Word

Making Room for Making Art

"We are tricked by a phenomenon of time: Hours and days pass slowly, but years pass quickly. A life passes quickly, but we always think we have plenty of time. Too often we get so consumed with how we spend our days that we lose track of how we are spending our lives."
--Sally Warner 

These are the opening lines of Sally Warner's Making Room for Making Art. I like the title of the book. It's not about art appreciation, but about getting the fire stoked to follow your creative urge.


All too many people who were once in touch with their creative selves have lost touch with that drive. Whether being creative with words, music, paint, sculpture, clay, pencils, or folded paper, there is something deeply stirring in the creative process.

 

You only live once. There is power in creative expression. It feels good for the artist, almost magical when things come together. And it can be enriching to others.

Paul Klee in 1920 said, "Art is a simile of the Creation." In that sense, every act of making, no matter how small, echoes something fundamental about being alive. 

And life, as Warner reminds us, moves faster than we think.

Years pass. Opportunities narrow. The assumption that “there will be time later” quietly fades into “why didn’t I?

If you once had a love for the creative process, and that fire has grown cold, maybe it's time to stir the flames again. You only live once. Make a space in your life once more to follow your creative impulses.

A variation of this was published here in 2008

Tuesday, March 17, 2026

The Politics of Hate: From Orwell to Dylan

The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
And the marshals and cops get the same
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
--Bob Dylan, Only a Pawn in Their Game

One of the memorable features in Orwell's dystopian novel 1984 was a seven-day period of orchestrated mass hysteria directed towards the Party's current enemy. It served as a crucial element in maintaining the Party's control over the population by suppressing individuality and critical thought, strengthening social cohesion and loyalty, and channeling emotional energy towards the Party's goals.

In 1984 Hate Week was a constant bombardment of propaganda and mass manipulation. Rallying against a common enemy not only served as a convenient outlet for negative emotions, it also prevented questioning of the Party or its policies.

And as Dylan so poignantly notes, Hate Week served as a diversion, much like a magician uses misdirection to accomplice his or her illusions. Hate relieves us from noting our own emptiness, our own pettiness, our own smallness. Hatred becomes a tool movements use to manipulate people and their perceptions.

Eric Hoffer, who was noted for his insights and observations about mass movements, wrote, "Hatred is the most accessible and comprehensive of all the unifying agents. Mass movements can rise and spread without belief in a God, but never without belief in a devil." In other words, hate can serve as a powerful glue for uniting people, especially when a common enemy or scapegoat is identified.


In the end, Orwell, Dylan, and Hoffer are all pointing to the same uncomfortable truth: hatred is one of the easiest tools for those in power to use. It simplifies the world into heroes and villains, good people and enemies, leaving little room for reflection or self-examination. When anger is constantly directed outward, we rarely stop to ask who benefits from that anger or what problems are being ignored while we are busy blaming someone else.


The challenge for any free society is to resist that manipulation. It requires citizens willing to think beyond slogans and question the narratives they are handed. Look around and listen. Who are we being told to hate today? Turn on the news. Scroll through social media. Notice how quickly outrage is manufactured and spread. Be aware—and beware. Otherwise, like the pawns in Dylan’s song, we risk being moved around the board by forces we scarcely see.

Monday, March 16, 2026

Letter to the Max---Peter Max, That Is

While in college I was constantly drawing or painting or reading and writing. But whatever I was doing I was nearly always accompanied by my therapist, the sketchbook. 

This was the early 70s, tail end of the hippie era, and I was absorbed with making art. I even painted my sneakers bright yellow and red one year. I figured that if I ever felt glum and looked down, the bright colors would cheer me up.

Though my drawing was primarily pen and ink, I strongly identified with the work of Peter Max, who epitomized the pop and psychedelic art scene with cosmic themes and bold, vivid colors, not unlike my sneakers. His swirling patterns and uplifting symbols--stars and hearts, iconic mages of the Statue of Liiberty--made him a household name. Or perhaps it was the media that made him a household name because against the backdrop of the Vietnam War, student demonstrations, assassinations, bombings and race riots, it was nice to have someone making art that symbolized love, freedom and optimism.

There was a girl in my dorm whose mom would go to an Ashram in Toronto where Peter Max also went. She wasn't the one who prompted me to write him and send him one of my drawings, but it shows that he was a real person who did real things where other real people were. It also reveals something about the times.

Here is the letter he sent in response to mine.


There's a lesson in all this. The people whom you hear about or read about are real people. They write articles or stories or books, or create art, or dance or sing or hit home runs, star in movies, or make music, and you can find them, write to them and tell them how they've encouraged or inspired you. Sometimes you might get something special in return.* It's fun when that happens. Try it.

*Special "shout outs" to Roberto Clemente (Pittsburgh Pirates) and Mike Heron (Incredible String Band).

Sunday, March 15, 2026

The Moral Landscape of Kubrick’s Paths of Glory

Information Conveyed in the First Minutes of Stanley Kubrick's Paths of Glory Before the Battle Begins 

Against a black background we see the United Artists logo in blue with the name in white in a sans serif font. This fades and then the words Bryna Productions present in a serif font appear. The name Kirk Douglas replaces that, with a very large font, followed then by Paths of Glory, with a fine line of print beneath that reads: 
© COPYRIGHT MCMLVII HARRIS-KUBRICK PICTURES CORPORATION.

Co-stars and other featured stars are listed, followed by other staff, art director, screenwriters and the novel it is based on, "Paths of Glory" by Humphrey Cobb.

The opening shot appears at one minute and nineteen seconds into the film. We see what appears to be a scene on the order of Versailles. There are officers on horseback near the foreground, a man on a bicycle to the left, and a few clusters of persons both in the foreground and further away. The scene is black and white, and the words France 1916 are superimposed over it. 

Voiceover: "War began between Germany and France on August 3, 1914." 

The camera follows the bicycle to the foreground which turns to the left. Soldiers bearing arms are marching by as the narrator states that "the German army, five weeks later, had smashed its way to within 18 miles of Paris. There the battered French miraculously rallied their forces at the Marne River, and then a series of unexpected counter attacks drove the Germans back. The front was stabilized, and shortly developed into a continuous line of heavily fortified trenches zigzagging their way 500 miles from the English Channel to the Swiss frontier." 

During this narration soldiers line up in front of this stately French estate which may be the equivalent of our Capitol. A jeep approaches, the men present arms as a person of importance disembarks and strides into the building, accompanied by his aides.

Narrator: "By 1916, after two grisly years of trench warfare, the battle lines had changed very little. Successful attacks were measured in hundreds of yards and paid for in lives numbering hundreds of thousands."

The person of importance is General George Broulard who has come to call on General Paul Mireau. After a little small talk, Gen. Broulard cuts to the chase. "Paul, I've come to see you about something big." 

General Mireau has already heard rumors of what is coming. The Ant Hill has been the key to the whole sector. The Germans have held it for a year and will hold it for another if they want. 

"Paul, I have formal orders to take the Ant Hill no later than the tenth. That's the day after tomorrow," General Boulard says.

"That comes pretty close to being ridiculous, don't you think?" General Mireau replies. 

"I wouldn't be here if I thought that," Gen. Broulard says. He then begins his pitch. "If there's one man who could do this it would be you."

Mireau expresses frankly, "That's out of the question. Absolutely out of the question. My division has been cut to pieces. What's left of it is in no condition to hold the Ant Hill, let alone take it. I'm sorry, but that's the truth."

Gen. Broulard brings out his carrot, dangles a promotion and another star before him, but Mireau remains realistic. It can't be accomplished and he asserts that for him, "My men come first of all, George, and those men know it." And furthermore, "The life of one of those soldiers means more to me than all the stars and decorations and honors in France."

"So, you think this is absolutely beyond the ability of your men at this time," Broulard replies.

General Mireau, tilting his head and making direct eye contact, says, "I didn't say that, George."

And so it begins. The cat and mouse dialogue ends with a decision to make it happen, not for personal glory, but for France. 

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SPOILER ALERT

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At six minutes, eight seconds, we cut to the battlefield. Or rather, we see a desolate view of no man's land with the Ant Hill as a backdrop. The camera pulls back and we see that this is a view from an observation window. There's a bomb crater, naked trees stripped of leaves by artillery fire, a dank mist hovering across the blasted terrain.


The camera pulls back to reveal that we are in a concrete bunker, with a soldier standing there viewing the scene through a horizontal notch. He wears a grim expression as he turns away.


Cut to: General Mireau and his chief aide are walking through the trench, Mireau cheerful and with smug purposefulness as he greets the soldiers he passes. The soldiers bolt to attention as he approaches. At intervals he stops to engage in what he imagines to be an inspirational chat. It's not a real dialogue because he is clueless as to the interior condition of these men In point of fact he cares nothing for their welfare, as will become apparent later.


The first two men he stops to talk with will be unjustly placed before a firing squad by the film's end. The third soldier he stops to exchange banter with is clearly shell-shocked. When another soldier standing at this man's side says he's shell-shocked, the general declares that there is no such thing as shell shock. One more signal indicating how removed and out of touch the generals are.


The general, outraged, slugs the shell-shocked soldier in the face, then orders him removed from the regiment. As they continue on their way his aide says, "General, I'm convinced that these tours of your have an incalculable effect on morale. In fact, I think the fighting spirit of the 701st derives from it."


That scene is devastating.

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Kubrick is doing something subtle in these opening scenes. Before the battle even begins, he is already making a visual argument about war.

The first technique is camera movement. When General Mireau walks through the trench, Kubrick places the camera in front of him and tracks backward as he advances. The shot lasts far longer than most directors would allow. As the general strides forward confidently, soldiers snap to attention one after another, the muddy trench walls pressing in on both sides.


What makes the shot powerful is the contrast it creates. The general moves smoothly through space, confident and purposeful. The soldiers cannot move at all. They are wedged into the trench like parts in a broken machine. The camera forces us to look directly into their faces—tired, anxious, hollow. Mireau sees soldiers. We see human beings.


Kubrick used variations of this technique throughout his career. In The Killing, for example, the camera follows characters through corridors and racetrack passageways in long, deliberate movements that quietly build tension and reveal character. The motion of the camera itself becomes part of the storytelling.


The second technique in Paths of Glory is architectural contrast. The film opens in a grand French chateau where generals discuss strategy beneath high ceilings, polished floors, and ornate walls. War here is calm, civilized, almost elegant. Maps are studied, promotions hinted at, decisions made over polite conversation.


Then Kubrick cuts to the trenches.


The world changes instantly. The ceilings disappear. The sky is gray. The ground is muck. The soldiers live like burrowing animals in narrow corridors carved into the earth. The contrast is unmistakable: the war planned in the palace is fought in the mud.


Kubrick doesn’t have to say what he thinks about war. The camera has already told us. But as anyone knows who has seen this film the dialogue is priceless, especially the manner in which the lines are delivered.


Near the film's conclusion, Kirk Douglas as Colonel Dax delivers this indictment of what was is and does:


"Gentlemen of the court, there are times when I am ashamed to be part of the human race, and this is one of them... I can't believe that the noblest impulse of man, his compassion for another, can be completely dead here."


At this instant my mind goes immediately to the people of Gaza, and the common people of all the other failed states that have been dismantled by imperialist aggression. 


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