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New Castle Media Center - Videopoem - Poetic Dueling

2011-12-09T20:05:00.000-05:00

New Castle Media Center - Videopoem - Poetic Dueling

Save The Mails

2011-10-03T20:02:00.001-04:00

I hear people talking about theUnited States Postal Service (USPS) going out of business because no one writesletters anymore. This is nonsense. People stopped writing letters when thetelephone became a common fixture—many decades earlier. Some, particularlyolder people, continued to write letters to their friends (and get letterswritten in return) but this was an insignificant percentage of total postalflow. Greeting cards have increased nowadays simply because of the antiquedelivery service (snail mail!) --and peoples hopes that such hand-deliveredmessages are a sign of greater sincerity (especially if it’s got money inside). Oddly enough, not so long ago, peopleeschewed the ‘greeting card’ as lesssincere than the handwritten note—but enclosing money never goes out of style.

But even greeting cards (even Xmas greeting cards) combined with thevestigial letter-writers can’t come close to the commercial mail. I was amember of the DMMA’s Legislation and Policy Committee back in the nineteen-eighties,one of the major lobbyists for USPS laws and regulations at that time. It isdifficult to even imagine how different the world of direct mail marketing (callit junk mail, if you must) was justthose few decades ago.

One of the biggest stickingpoints for direct mail fundraisers in those days was the debate over whether ‘thank-you’gifts were merchandise or a fund-raising strategy. At the time, the issue hadrelevance: as some non-profits experimented with the thank-you-gift campaigns,they began to see tremendous response and, naturally, started offering evermore expensive ‘gifts’. We see the results of that struggle today—fund-raiserswill offer a thank you gift, but nothing very costly—and absolutely nothingthat doesn’t relate to the cause of the non-profit organization.

Another big issue was ZIP+4—a programimplemented to refine the geography of our nation’s postal routes beyond a simplefive-digit distribution. It fell into disuse almost simultaneously with therise of PCs and, soon after, the Internet. But it should be remembered that theUSPS, right up to the advent of the digital age, had been growing by leaps and bounds—itwas even regarded as one of the examples of our growing technological culture.

Consider this: there was a timewhen mail catalogs were so ubiquitous that several retailers (most famously theSharper Image) opened for business without opening a store! And niche marketingwas born. Magazines were considered important tools for keeping abreast ofchanges in one’s business, one’s retail purchasing, and the world in general.

So it is not the fault ofpersonal postage that is killing the USPS—it is the next step after the deathsof all its customers: Magazines, Catalogs, Newsletters, and the forced shift ofMarketing from ‘junk mail’ to ‘spam’.

The magazines are all onlinenow—the catalogs have all become e-commerce web sites that accept payment by CreditCards or Pay-Pal—the Direct Mailers have always derived their power from themagazine subscriber and catalog buyer lists used to target promotions at theproper demographic. The mailing lists have all but evaporated—and direct mailadvertising was the single greatest profit center for the USPS forty years ago.

Back then, the Postal Servicecould defend its shrinking domain only by enforcing the federal laws that prohibitedthe use of mailboxes for any non-USPS business—this remained a boundary todeliveries from Third Party Carriers (UPS, FEDEX, etc.) until quite recently.

I’ve experienced the worst ofboth worlds—I have a problem I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy: The Post Officedoesn’t deliver to my house and the Third Party Carriers, until recently, wereprohibited from delivery to my PO Box! In the earliest days of Internet retail sales,few sites specified what shipping method would be used to deliver mymerchandise. There were many times, a few years back, when I swore I’d neverbuy anything online again. But, I’m an old hand now and I rarely have my purchasesreturned to the retailer as undeliverable.

We know, intellectually, that inthe age before automobiles, every vehicle was horse-drawn—or the horse itselfwas the vehicle. But I once heard an old person being interviewed, and whenasked whether she missed the quieter days, said, “O gosh, NO—the whole worldsmelled like horse-s**t back then. It was everywhere—you spent a lot of timetrying not to step in it.”

Future generations will havethe same disembodied knowledge of the days of the United States Postal Service.They’ll have no inkling of the relief one felt when the week’s TV Guide came ontime, or the thrill of seeing handwriting on an envelope—a sure sign that anactual person had written one a letter. They’ll miss the childhood excitementof the arrival of Sears and Roebuck’s Annual Xmas Catalog (with the big ToySection!) which provided me and my siblings with fodder for wishes and dreamsfor the better part of two months. There was a time when failure to mail to,and maintain, an annual Xmas-card list was just downright anti-social behavior.

Sears & Roebuck had thedistinction of being the catalyst for passing a federal law to protect thePostal Service. In the days of early settlement out west, many storeowners werealso Postmasters for their towns. When Sears and Roebuck catalogs came tothem, they would often burn the whole pile-- Sears andRoebuck was offeringthe same things the storeowner sold, and at a lower price! Those early townsand cities of the Old West benefitted greatly from the Federal Protectionagainst tampering with the government’s Postal Service—those Sears andRoebuck catalogs gave them access to everything that a New York city slickercould find and then some: fabric, clothing, beds, utensils, watches, gardeningand farming tools, you-name-it—at the height of Sears and Roebuck’scatalog's popularity they were even offering a selection of homes—fully-built houses delivered to any place from coast to coast!

The Post Office was such animportant part of our lives before our present became so digitized—yet it’sfade from existence into history will go as unnoticed as the creep of progressthat finally rendered it obsolete. I saw an op-ed article today (online, ofcourse) that pointed out that the Pony Express, almost immediately replaced by thetelegraph, saw the inevitable and shut its doors after operating only eighteenmonths. I take exception to the implication that our USPS is as obsolete anduseless as the Pony Express—the Post Office remains the cheapest method ofmailing letters and shipping packages. The anti-tampering law protection andthe commitment to serve all our citizens, rich or poor, near or far, are justtwo examples of what we would lose along with it, should the USPS bedismantled. I have nothing against UPS or Fedex or whatever, but what will theybecome when they are no longer competing with the USPS? Will their pricesclimb? Will financial concerns cause them to change their policies and reducetheir services to the mid- and lower-income population? If the Post Office isdying, why are the darn lines still so long?

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2011-09-21T15:02:00.001-04:00

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Okadey-Smokely (by Chris Dunn on Friday, December 10, 2010 at 11:44am.)

2010-12-13T12:27:00.000-05:00

The new indoor oil tank stood empty (well, lightly filled with filtered fuel from the old, outdoor, underground tank—we didn’t want to waste the oil, but filtering it did take time and muscle—we just wanted to check that everything would work okay after the lines were switched around) until two days ago, when I awoke to find a chilly house. Claire had already gone to work. I went down the cellar steps and tried the red restart button on the furnace—nothing. I called the tank-replacement guy—no one home. I called Claire. Claire had the tank guy’s cell number. She called me back, “He’s on a job but he’ll be back around three or four and will come by then and filter some more oil from the old tank.”

I had told her I was comfortable in the bedroom with the space heater –also I have a 41” Plasma HD TV and that’s the old tech—I shoulda got me an LCD, but ‘Plasma’ sounded more hi-tech so I got one of those. Plasma is old tech, however, and puts out major BTUs of heat when switched on—it’s inconvenient in summer—but it really turbo-charges a space heater in the winter. (It’s also prone to ‘permanent imprinting’ when a static image is displayed over and over, or for long periods. But that’s not pertinent.)

Claire also said the new oil provider would make a delivery the next day—problem solved. So the tank guy comes over—but not four or five—more like seven or eight—and then it takes forever to filter the fuel—‘watched pots’ and all that…. The furnace finally gets going, but there’s only five gallons in the tank. Claire returns from night courses around nine-thirty—just as the heat has returned to the house.

We sleep, Claire goes to work, the heat goes off—I’ve run out of gas again. I hole up in the bedroom, confidently awaiting the oil truck to pull up any minute. I call Claire at work at 4PM, “There’s still no truck.” She calls the new oil provider, they tell her (who tells me) that the truck is in the area and should be there any time. They arrive at dusk, they fill the tank ($900!) and I stand outside watching and talking with them (it’s no warmer indoors).

One guy is new on the job—“First day”, he says. I said he was lucky to get a job in this economy. He goes into his employment history circa three years ago, at which time he was earning a comfortable living as an employee of a building sub-contractor. When the work dried up, he drifted. He got hooked up with an indoor job at an oil company in a different area—which had to trim salaries, and he ends up here in Northern Westchester, in his forties by the look of him, standing outdoors all day delivering heating oil for the winter. And glad to have the job! And me glad to be on disability so I don’t have to go out looking for the same kind of luck!

So they’re out at the truck a long time after they fill the tank—I realize the old salt is showing the ropes to the new guy—it makes me remember how long it took me to get anything done while I was teaching a ‘new guy’ back in my working days. Their twelve-hour delay makes sense to me now. The old guy comes in for the check—but my pen won’t write—the cold has coagulated the ink in my Bic. He’s been there, he hands me his pen, says it happens all the time.

I wait the fifteen minutes for any debris to settle in the tank and hit the red button again—it coughs a minute and dies. I wait a few seconds—try again—nothing. I call the tank guy—he says keep trying. I go back down cellar—try it three more times. On that third try the whole thing belches smoke and starts back up again—good for 330 gallons, aha! But the house is well chilled. When the air starts to lose its chill, I notice that solid objects, like my coffee mug, stay cold for quite a while longer than it takes to heat the air. The house itself is now the coldness—but not for too long.

Then Claire comes home—she’s managed to miss the whole thing (excepting my phone calls—which are more comfortable than a cold home) and had a nice day at work—a half-day followed by the office Xmas party, then snuck back to her office to study—her semester ends on December 23rd, she told me as she left for work today, with a tone in her voice hinting that these cretins had no respect for Xmas, or the need to prepare for it prior to Xmas Eve-Eve.

My joints are still creaking! Still, like being hungry for a long time and then eating—I now luxuriate in my seventy-degree paradise—at least, til the next power outage—furnace breakdown—late oil delivery!

And speaking of the mere two weeks til Xmas and preparations therefore—I gotta go now….

"Improv -The Bi-Valves"

2010-08-05T01:58:00.001-04:00

XperDunn plays Piano
August 1st, 2010

"Improv -The Bi-Valves"

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"Sweet Baby James" (2010Aug01)

2010-08-05T01:19:00.001-04:00

XperDunn, piano
2010-August-01

"Sweet Baby James" by James Taylor

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"Happy Together" (2010Aug01)

2010-08-05T01:04:00.001-04:00

XperDunn, piano
2010-August-01

"Happy Together"

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20100801XD-Bach-ParttaInG-excrpt-Pt1o2

2010-08-05T00:35:00.001-04:00

XperDunn, piano
2010-August-01
"Bach -Partita In G (excerpt)" Part 1 of 2

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20100801XD-Bach-ParttaInG-excrpt-Pt2o2

2010-08-05T00:28:00.001-04:00

XperDunn, piano
2010-August-01
"Bach -Partita In G (excerpt)" Part 2 of 2

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Reisman's Self-Portrait

2010-05-18T14:14:00.000-04:00

Reisman's Self-Portrait

XperDunn Piano Improv Oct 17 2009

2009-11-08T10:33:00.001-05:00

XperDunn plays Piano
Improv of Oct 17th, 2009

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XperDunn plays Satie Gnossienne 1

2009-11-08T10:32:00.001-05:00

XperDunn plays Piano
on October 18th 2009

Erik Satie
Gnossienne No. 1

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Paintings by Tahira

2009-03-25T10:52:00.001-04:00

Niece Tahira has posted some fine art at:

http://tahirajune.blogspot.com/

Don't miss it!

Check these free mp3 Downloads by XperDunn

2009-03-18T00:19:00.002-04:00

Just Added: Mendelssohn Videos by XperDunn!

Have you ever wished you could add
XperDunn tunes to your iPod?
Your Hard Drive?
Burn your own XperDunn CDs to share with old folks?

WELL, NOW YOU CAN !!!

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20080921XD-Improv-SOS01

2008-09-26T16:41:00.002-04:00

20080921XD-Improv-SOS01-

1st Improvisation by XperDunn
on September 21st, 2008

[duration: 05:20]

XperDunn's 1st 'Prov of Sept. 2008

2008-09-07T15:31:00.002-04:00

XperDunn's 1st Improvisation of Sept. 2008

(9/5/8) - [Duration: 7 mins., 8 secs.]

20080718XD-Improv-Quik

2008-07-19T02:15:00.002-04:00

2008 July 18 XperDunn - Improv 'Quik'.

[Duration: 50 Seconds]

20080719XD-CarmansWhistle(FWVirginalVol1)

2008-07-19T02:09:00.003-04:00

2008 July 19th - XperDunn performs "The Carman's Whistle" ( FitzWilliam Virginal Vol1)

[Duration: 06:49]

20080717XD-FitzWllm-WImprov

2008-07-18T15:32:00.003-04:00

XperDunn plays Works from the FitzWllm Virginal - With an Improvisation in the midst - on 2008 July 17th.

(Duration: 25 mins., 51 secs.)

20080714XD-ASongB4PITchaik-Seasons

2008-07-14T21:02:00.002-04:00

A Song Before, then Peter Ilyich
Tchaikovsky - The Seasons (Aug., Oct., Nov., Dec.)

performed on 2008 July 14
by XperDunn.

(Duration: 33 Mins., 33 secs.)

Strong Like Bull

2008-06-26T20:11:00.001-04:00

"Strong Like Bull" - piano improv by XperDunn on June 26th 2008

Improv - The End

2008-06-25T20:39:00.001-04:00

Improv - The End
Performed by XperDunn on June 25th 2008

A Bill Of Goods

2008-05-18T17:57:00.001-04:00

We think we’re in control
We think someone’s in charge
We know there is a purpose,
Our life is no mirage.
The blinders that we wear
Will only block the bad—
We only hate to look
At stuff that makes us sad.

We neither see nor hear a God
But we still know It’s there
And if you’re thinking otherwise
We really do not care.
How can you ask? You do not dare
To question any answers pat.
Just try it and with us you’ll share
The chaos which ensues from that.

We think we have a clue
We think we’re VIPs
We think we’ll be remembered
Or perhaps defeat disease.
We will live forever,
Take Outer Space by storm
If only we’ll all stay in line
And not upset the norm.

XperDunn - Sunday, May 18, 2008

My Dire Tribe

2008-05-12T19:23:00.001-04:00

I heartily disapprove
Of us as people.
Our so-called civ’lization’s
A slapping knee-full.
All noble leaders always
Turn to creepers
And our great women told
‘Be kitchen sweepers’.

Elites keep all the fresh fruit
For themselves
And lose no sleep o’er
Others’ empty shelves.

Where are the mobs
Of loving-hearted people,
Composite beast of
Marching in the streets?

When will the city’s hate
Be swept asunder and
All our many ills
Be washed away?

XperDunn -May 8th,'08

Nursery Explanations (A ’Post New’-style Nursery Rhyme)

2008-05-12T19:14:00.002-04:00

Star cradles gleaming,
Tachyons beaming,
Particles streaming,
Photons a-screaming;
That's what Outer Space is made of.

DNA Twining,
Erosion designing,
Each on each dining,
Timberlands pining:
That's what Mother Nature's made of.

XperDunn - May 10, '08

XperDunn's Latest Release - April 26, 2008

2008-04-28T12:10:00.001-04:00

http://www.superbat15.blogspot.com

Concerto No.1 in D Major, BWV 972

2008-04-01T14:29:00.001-04:00

Concerto No.1 in D Major, BWV 972
Performed by XperDunn on March 30th, 2008.
(Transcribed for Keyboard by J.S.Bach from a violin concerto by Vivaldi, Op.3, No.9)

Being Oneself (Being Myself)

2008-03-25T10:48:00.002-04:00

Failure rarely confronts us.
It is most often a ship long sailed,
Rarely, a Northwest Passage
We didn't know existed,
Usually, one we believed in
That didn't exist.

Failure is age and death and, thus,
We are all in time.
To succeed in life one may only play
With an intensity
That diverts our awareness
That the house has the odds.

To succeed in death one must
Keep an open mind.

Chris Dunn Dec. 2, 2006

Trinity

2008-03-02T13:40:00.002-05:00

Humanity comes in threes.
Some are gifted, some are crippled,
And some are both.
Some are smart, some are dumb,
And some are both.
Some are gorgeous, some are ugly,
And some are both.
Some are big things, some are nothings,
And some are both.
Humanity comes in threes.

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2007-11-30T18:54:00.000-05:00

Please go here for my three most-recent records.

Poem

2007-11-23T19:40:00.001-05:00

Atheism vs. The Good (condensed) Book

2007-10-19T12:52:00.000-04:00

Atheism vs. The Good (condensed) Book
-or-
I Believe In Winnie-the-Pooh and Electricity

I'll give up being Atheist
When Atheists throw bombs,
Then Quaker 'til more Nixons
Get us in more Viet Nams.
Then I'll join the Jews, I guess
(Their backlog is the biggest) but
If no sect has non-violence,
I'll join the Reader's Digest.

XperDunn -Oct 19 2007 01:46 am

My New Poem

2007-10-18T19:40:00.000-04:00

My Proposed Lyrics to Yonatan Algazi's Spanish Castle

2007-10-10T18:41:00.000-04:00

yonatan algazi / Santanaesque \http://www.indabamusic.com/sessions/531769720/1188

Got a castle in my mind
She floats up in the ozone
Above the winds of Alcazine
The Spanish coast--my home

When my mind is oozin slow
And my life's a hassle
I don't got nowhere to go
Except my Spanish castle

The breeze is spiced
With cinnamon
And perfumes of the East.

The waves that break
Upon the beach
Sing madrigals and lullabies
To sooth my tortured beast.

Pennants flyin in the air,
Halls of ancient marble stone,
Spirits guard me everywhere
With scimitars and horns of bone.

When my mind is oozin slow
And my life's a hassle
I don't got nowhere to go
Except my Spanish castle

The breeze is spiced
With cinnamon
And perfumes from the East.
The waves that break
Upon the beach
Sing madrigals and lullabies
To sooth my tortured beast.

When my mind is oozin slow
And my life's a hassle
I don't got nowhere to go
Except my Spanish castle
My Spanish castle
My Spanish castle

Yonatan Algazi's Spanish Castle (my lyrics and vocal auditio

2007-10-10T18:31:00.001-04:00

Yonatan Algazi's Spanish Castle (my lyrics and vocal audition)

You Tread On My Dreams

2007-05-01T15:27:00.000-04:00

Mass media hands us our predigested dreams late at night as we seek diversion from the busy day. Our dreams infuse our ideals and modern ideals are thus flavored with mechanics and commerce.

The ancient storytellers of tribal campfires had human, intimate feedback from the groups before them. Their dreams involved nature, needs, and emotions—but always upon a backdrop of an assumed supernatural underpinning.

Mass media truncates our dreams’ humanity to consumerism and subsumes the supernatural into a mere genre. We cannot use our most powerful systems of communication for true discourse because a flood of commercial uses blocks these systems.

So we have a force that both perverts our dreams and blocks any rebuttal. Mass media has somehow taken control of humanity without any person or group of people in charge.

Paradoxically, this same situation allows a small group of businesspeople to gain control of nearly all access to mass media. Their potential to influence humanity is mitigated by the effect of mass media on themselves—and their family, friends and associates. They may warp the output, but they are no less in the thrall of the medium itself.

In this regard, the Internet is a lifesaver. Steps should be taken to prevent it from going the way of radio and TV. It will be difficult enough to shed our silver-screened stupor and begin to relate, as people, on the web without encroachment by commerce.

Bombastico - 2007-Apr-21

2007-04-21T09:45:00.001-04:00

Bombastico - 2007-Apr-21 by XperDunn

Wartime Kids

2006-11-14T15:01:00.000-05:00

2006-09-08T16:09:00.000-04:00

Improv Sept 2 2006 - My best effort to date improvising in a minor on the piano.

2006-04-20T13:54:00.000-04:00

Let's Call the Whole Thing Off-Geo.Gershwin - April 19 2006

2006-03-08T19:35:00.000-05:00

The philosophizer spreaks....

at the beach 1965

2006-02-13T15:50:00.000-05:00

hop hop

2006-02-06T20:59:00.000-05:00

Little Bear's Xmas Smile

The Lesson Of Age

2006-01-28T11:27:00.000-05:00

Loss is the only
lesson of age
that can't
(and shouldn't)
be taught.
Up to a certain point
it's all gain.
We grow up, We learn,
We become and expand.
Once the additions subside
And the subtractions begin
We stop growing up
And start growing old.
We don't need to be told
What we couldn't be told
Before.

2005-12-08T12:15:00.000-05:00

December 2005 Foolishness

2005-11-06T19:03:00.000-05:00

Bear on Honeymoon

2005-11-03T17:18:00.000-05:00

meditation on the keyboard

Three quotes from JFK

2005-11-03T11:55:00.000-05:00

"Too often we... enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort
of thought."-John F. Kennedy

.-.

"Tolerance implies no lack of commitment to one's own beliefs. Rather
it condemns the oppression or persecution of others."-John F. Kennedy

.-.

"We are not afraid to entrust the American people with unpleasant
facts, foreign ideas, alien philosophies, and competitive values. For
a nation that is afraid to let its people judge the truth and
falsehood in an open market is a nation that is afraid of its people."-John F. Kennedy

My Rhino

2005-10-11T14:19:00.000-04:00

yeah

2005-10-10T11:48:00.000-04:00

2005-10-03T12:35:00.000-04:00

Greyface's Playlist Oct 3 2005

What a Shock

2005-10-03T12:12:00.000-04:00

There are many shocks in the process of learning about illness. In my particular case, the first shock was the letter from the blood drive saying ‘You have one of the many new types of Hepatitus-Don’t Come Back. P.S.-see your doctor’.
Shock two, back then my doctor had no definitive test and no recognized treatment (Interferon was still new enough not to be covered by insurance).
Shock three, when I finally got on treatment, I learned that Interferon (plus assorted anti-virals) probably won’t cure me and, even if it did, the liver damage is permanent.
Shock four, when I developed liver cancer I learned that, in an effort to discern its exact type and location, they put suspected cancer victims through a torturous stress test that would kill a healthy person. The blood tests alone, had they been healthy blood, would have stocked a good-sized hospital.
Shock five, when you go on the organ-donor wait list, there are actually two lists called ‘really picky’ and ‘not so picky’. I picked ‘not so picky’ and got a liver more quickly.
The biggest shock, after months of waiting and hoping to get a new liver, was the cold sliver of fear that went down my back when the doctor phoned to summon me for the operation. No advance warning, just someone, somewhere dies and you’re up. Ten PM Saturday night, you’re about to turn off the TV and sleep; the phone rings and you have an hour to get to the Med Center for the most massively intrusive operation ever devised.
I was also shocked to learn that the gall bladder is a little thing all wrapped up practically inside the liver so, at least in my case, they left it out. This is not conducive to regularity and a large part of my post-op life has been spent in the bathroom.
Don’t get me wrong. The cancer is gone. My brain works again. My muscles support me again. My new liver has gone back to filtering toxins out of my blood, just like healthy folks. But I will never be what I was. Never as smart or strong or quick. My new goal in life is to get off of disability, i.e. to be able to do a day’s work, or at least attend school. College isn’t easy for fifty-year-olds, but I would love to get strong enough to try it.
After the transplant, I had a huge three-way incision in my abdomen held together by about two score of staples. It takes months for the healing to advance to the point of removing the staples and about a year for overall recuperation. I’ve been about a year and change now and the thing that scares me the most is the idea of something going wrong, putting me back on the list. The first time, I was afraid I wouldn’t get a new organ. For the rest of my life, I’ll be afraid that I would.
That’s the final shock: if your doctors are rigorous enough, you will learn to fear them more than dying.

Song

2005-09-27T08:35:00.000-04:00

From the billions and billions of stars
In the wide, wide sky
To the unimaginably infinitesimal dance
Of sub-atomic particles,
From the magic and the myths
And the gods and devils
To the time-traveling, fortune-telling
Ghosts of the world supernatural,
The world is full of wonder.
(Rainbow skies that we live under)
The world is full of wonder.
April buds and winter thunder.

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Okadey-Smokely (by Chris Dunn on Friday, December 10, 2010 at 11:44am.)

"Improv -The Bi-Valves"

"Sweet Baby James" (2010Aug01)

"Happy Together" (2010Aug01)

20100801XD-Bach-ParttaInG-excrpt-Pt1o2

20100801XD-Bach-ParttaInG-excrpt-Pt2o2

Reisman's Self-Portrait

XperDunn Piano Improv Oct 17 2009

XperDunn plays Satie Gnossienne 1

Paintings by Tahira

Check these free mp3 Downloads by XperDunn

20080921XD-Improv-SOS01

XperDunn's 1st 'Prov of Sept. 2008

20080718XD-Improv-Quik

20080719XD-CarmansWhistle(FWVirginalVol1)

20080717XD-FitzWllm-WImprov

20080714XD-ASongB4PITchaik-Seasons

Strong Like Bull

Improv - The End

A Bill Of Goods

My Dire Tribe

Nursery Explanations ****(A ’Post New’-style Nursery Rhyme)****

XperDunn's Latest Release - April 26, 2008

Concerto No.1 in D Major, BWV 972

Being Oneself (Being Myself)

Trinity

Latest Hits

Poem

Atheism vs. The Good (condensed) Book

My New Poem

My Proposed Lyrics to Yonatan Algazi's Spanish Castle

Yonatan Algazi's Spanish Castle (my lyrics and vocal auditio

You Tread On My Dreams

Bombastico - 2007-Apr-21

Wartime Kids

at the beach 1965

The Lesson Of Age

Three quotes from JFK

My Rhino

yeah

What a Shock

Song

Nursery Explanations (A ’Post New’-style Nursery Rhyme)