Some Of Us Were Too Busy Collecting Baseball Cards — By Michael Solomowitz I felt deaf today. More accurately, deaf and dumb. I don’t mean that derisively. It was not a good feeling. No, I didn’t lose my hearing. I could hear fine. But, having never learned to read music or play an instrument limited my understanding of Beethoven’s genius…

Looking Back — the Stones had it Right By Michael Solomowitz As the song goes (the other song, that is) … you can’t always get what you want. Growing up, I wanted to hang out with the Beatles and date Raquel Welch. I mean, who didn’t? I wanted to be…

By Michael Solomowitz At the very end of James Lapine’s new book, Putting It Together: How Stephen Sondheim and I Created Sunday in the Park with George, the notable playwright and author mentions that Sondheim left us all a message at the end of the song Move On. It comes…

How I Became A Traditionally Published Author By Michael Solomowitz So you’ve always dreamed of having a novel published? For some of us, we’ve been daydreaming about that for decades, since sitting in a fifth-grade classroom, bored with our teacher and the topic, wondering how wonderful life would be if…

The Beatles Were In Their 20s When They Recorded That Damn Song While reading an article in New Yorker on Paul McCartney and a new documentary about the Beatles’ final concert in 1969 atop the Apple building, it occurred to me that I had finally, reluctantly, turned 64. …

By Michael Solomowitz It was a little before three in the morning when I found myself awake. Perfect timing. I was hardly upset that my restful night of sleep was interrupted. I found my way out to my deck and laid flat on my lounge chair, face up. The cloudless…