Bring on the changes

Please. I mean, there is nothing worse than a big change that just won’t come. It’s like waiting for a hurricane, and it’s been held up in the islands. This is the mainland — we deserve some hurricane.

For no apparent reason, I was so tired last night that I lay down on the couch and slept through both violin and bell practice . . . which takes some doing. No reports yet on whether the Nittany Lions marching band actually stormed through my living room doing the “Liberty Bell March,” or if that was just some weird scene from the Annie Leibovitz bio on PBS as I was waking up. First thing I’ve seen on PBS in ages — anytime they have anything that I even remotely want to watch, it’s interrupted by pledge breaks. In a five-channel universe, they were often the last resort; in the world of digital cable, they’re not even.

Have been digging into the amazing Bob Spitz biography of “The Beatles” from a couple of years back. Huge, but incredibly detailed and informative, especially on the early years. The names, the places, the relationships all come to life in a way that nothing else about the early years has ever managed. Highly recommended.