Education, Transition, Outreach and Research

May 11, 2010

Music entertainment for a reason.

Bridge School Benefit

The Bridge School


Follow That Dream, Bruce Springsteen (Elvis Presley’s video)

If your heart is restless from waiting so long
If you’re tired and weary and you can’t go on
If a distant dream is calling you
Then there’s just one thing you can do

Follow that dream wherever it may lead
Come on now and follow that dream
To find the love you need
Come on, follow that dream

Now I been searching for a heart that’s free
Searching for someone to search with me
I need a love, a love I can trust
Together we’ll search for the things that come to us

In dreams wherever they may lead
Come on now follow that dream
To find the love you need
Come on, follow that dream

Now every one has the right to live
The right to a chance to give what they have to give
The right to fight for the things they believe
For the things that come to them in dreams

In dreams wherever they may lead
Come on, follow that dream
To find the love you need
Come on now follow that dream
Wherever they may lead
Come on now follow that dream

To find the love you need
To find the love you need
To find the love you need
Come on, follow that dream


The Game of Franchising: Believe and Succeed

August 31, 2009

AndyKarufmanDid ya hear: Andy’s alive!

Yeah it’s true. Really.

Man on the moon and they still can’t commit to a reasonable expectation for cash flows?

Hey baby, Are we losing touch?

If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Pseudos: from foolish stern to foolish bow.

Man on the Moon, R.E.M.

Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let’s play Twister, let’s play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here’s a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here’s a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here’s a truck stop instead of Saint Peter’s. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman’s gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there’s nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool


No matter what you’ve lost, Rise Again

January 13, 2009

heartdiagram1I don’t know anything about being on the ocean.

But I try to listen when stories are told about forces of nature that overtake man’s best-laid plans. Coping with disasters, natural and man-made, has been an interest of mine for some time.

Franchising comes on you like a hurricane. It disrupts all relationships, your self-identity, causes such pain and casts you out onto a dung pile. it did it to me and I can tell you, others seem to share my experiences.

But in the midst of it all, there are messages out there calling you to take care and to take heart.

  • Springsteen: Gettin’ beat and then playin’ again,‘Till their strength gives out or their heart gives in, Now who’s the man who thinks he can decide, Whose dreams will live and whose shall be pushed aside, Has he ever walked down these streets at night, And looked into the eyes of…None baby but the brave
  • Dylan: Statues made of match sticks, Crumble into one another, My love winks, she does not bother, She knows too much to argue or to judge.
  • Harrison: I don’t know why nobody told you, how to unfold your love, I don’t know how someone controlled you, they bought and sold you
  • Petty: Baby we ain’t the first, I’m sure a lot of other lover’s been burned, Right now this seems real to you, But it’s one of those things, You gotta feel to be true
  • Cohen: And everybody knows that you’re in trouble, Everybody knows what you’ve been through, From the bloody cross on top of calvary, To the beach of malibu, Everybody knows it’s coming apart, Take one last look at this sacred heart, Before it blows, And everybody knows

One form is through music. You should listen to Stan Rogers as much as you can. If you think this is good, his ballads will kill the part of you that is hardening.

And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

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The Mary Ellen Carter, Stan Rogers

She went down last October in a pouring driving rain.
The skipper, he’d been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain.
Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow,
And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low.
There were just five of us aboard her when she finally was awash.
We’d worked like hell to save her, all heedless of the cost.
And the groan she gave as she went down, it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again.

Well, the owners wrote her off; not a nickel would they spend.
She gave twenty years of service, boys, then met her sorry end.
But insurance paid the loss to them, they let her rest below.
Then they laughed at us and said we had to go.
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock,
For she’s worth a quarter million, afloat and at the dock.
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

All spring, now, we’ve been with her on a barge lent by a friend.
Three dives a day in hard hat suit and twice I’ve had the bends.
Thank God it’s only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or I’d never have the strength to go below.
But we’ve patched her rents, stopped her vents, dogged hatch and porthole down.
Put cables to her, ‘fore and aft and girded her around.
Tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain.
And watch the Mary Ellen Carter Rise Again.

Rise again, rise again, that her name not be lost
To the knowledge of men.
Those who loved her best and were with her till the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again.

For we couldn’t leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale.
She’d saved our lives so many times, living through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave
They won’t be laughing in another day. . .
And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.

Rise again, rise again – though your heart it be broken
And life about to end
No matter what you’ve lost, be it a home, a love, a friend.
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.


Caught in a game they’ve got no chance to win

November 4, 2008

springsteenborntorun1My son’s friend’s dad burned me a CD and this is #14. I’ve had it for a year and it’s only now sinking in.

I thought I had a handle on this guy but I guess I don’t. The talking guitars at 3:13 remind me of another tune but for the life of me…

Born to Run was cut in 1975 and this song was not on it.

Springsteen has sold 120 million albums worldwide while maintaining a singular reputation and connection with his audience and mates.

It always seems to be the last stanza, somehow.

This is a very rare gift, Kevin. Thanks.

None But the Brave, Bruce Springsteen

Tonight down on Union Street
I’m thinkin’ back baby to you and me
The way you used to be
And your words come back to me
From passing cars, their voices sing out
In empty bars where guitars ring out
We’d walk in, talk about
Who’d be the lucky ones to get out

You said
None baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave
Those strong enough to save
Something from what they gave

None baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave

In dreams these nights I see you my friend
The way you looked back then
Ah, on a night like this
I know that girl no longer exists
Except for a moment in some stranger’s eyes
Or the nameless girls in cars rushin’ by
That’s where I find you tonight
And in my heart you still survive

None baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave

Who’s strong enough to save
Something from the love they gave

None baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave

Now tonight once more
I search every face on that crowded floor
Looking for, I don’t know what for
Just waitin’ to see you come walkin’ through that door
There’s a girl standin’ by the band
She reminds me of you and I asked her to dance
As the drummer counts away
I take her hand, we move away

And tonight now I see old friends
Caught in a game they’ve got no chance to win
Gettin’ beat and then playin’ again
‘Till their strength gives out or their heart gives in
Now who’s the man who thinks he can decide
Whose dreams will live and whose shall be pushed aside
Has he ever walked down these streets at night
And looked into the eyes of

None baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave
None baby but the brave
No one baby but the brave
None baby but the brave
No one baby, no one but the braaaave


Where the less you know the better off you’ll be

July 8, 2008

Accurate observation is neutral: It is neither optimistic or pessimistic. It can challenge the status quo but that, in fact, is what the Artists’ job is.

The writer sees changes in the environment before others do and communicates their insights. Most people tend live in a world of nostalgia.

Warren lived right on the firing line which is a usually a very dangerous place to be.

Disorder in the House, Warren Zevon (1947-2003)

Disorder in the house
The tub runneth over
Plaster’s falling down in pieces by the couch of pain
Disorder in the house
Time to duck and cover
Helicopters hover over rough terrain

Disorder in the house
Reptile wisdom
Zombies on the lawn staggering around
Disorder in the house
There’s a flaw in the system
And the fly in the ointment’s gonna bring the whole thing down

The floodgates are open
We’ve let the demons loose
The big guns have spoken
And we’ve fallen for the ruse

Disorder in the house
It’s a fate worse than fame
Even the Lhasa Apso seems to be ashamed

Disorder in the house
The doors are coming off the hinges
The earth will open and swallow up the real estate

I just got my paycheck
I’m gonna paint the whole town grey
Whether it’s a night in Paris or a Fresno matinee
It’s the home of the brave and the land of the free
Where the less you know the better off you’ll be

Disorder in the house
All bets are off
I’m sprawled across the davenport of despair
Disorder in the house
I’ll live with the losses
And watch the sundown
through the portiere


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