Kendall Defoe
Bio
Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. Very grateful to have found this other opportunity to expose things to the light.
Stories (213/0)
Pink Floyd and their Dark Moon
Fifty years... It makes me a little uncomfortable to accept that I am almost as old as The Dark Side of Moon, Pink Floyd's most semiotically recognized and respected album. There are several versions of the recording available, including the new boxset that includes several versions of key tracks and concert footage that proves that the band was still finding some way to make every piece fit the overall puzzle. The one thing that I did not do last week - when the anniversary was official for us (March 1st was the North American release date; March 16th in the U.K.) - was play the album. I had no need to after realizing all that time had passed. Those who have heard it will never forget the experience; those who have not heard it will have every opportunity possible to enjoy it (try it on YouTube, Spotify, your uncle or dad's old turntable - you know that there is copy around that thing). So, it is a memory that won't be shaken. But I thought it would be interesting to discuss my own relationship with the album. Let's go back...
By Kendall Defoe14 days ago in Beat
Story Time
“Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky…” “Daddy!” Stuart was a tired man with a long day behind him and a longer week ahead of him. But he loved his daughter very much, and he did want to tell her another story about their lives. At that time of the year, the first of the weirdness with their weather would hit them soon, and the town would prepare for the tourists and fairs and carnivals. All the villagers looked forward to it. Her daughter, excited when she saw the calendar flit past the end of the month, ran up to him as he passed through their vestibule, knocking over the umbrella stand and leaping up into his arms. There was no escape for a man who organized those events, especially after looking into those beautiful brown eyes.
By Kendall Defoe15 days ago in Fiction
