Mark Doyle

Uncle Phil and My Greatest Gift Ever

by M.C. Antil on January 7, 2017

The Syracuse of my youth had something for everyone, especially when it came to music. For whatever reason, even though the city was only about the fourth or fifth largest in the state, it produced a disproportionate number of musicians, many of whom would become working professionals, and a few of whom would go on […]

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Tom Friedman is right. The world is flat. We have slowly but surely homogenized just about everything consumable to the point that there is, sadly, little left in the way of local or regional flavor. Corporate radio, food chains and the interstate highway system have pretty much seen to that. Yet, even as I was […]

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I do not play guitar.  I don’t even own a guitar.  I simply love the  guitar.  And on occasions I’ve even been known to recognize halfway decent guitar playing when I hear it. So given my lack of musical chops, my total inability to read or write music, and the fact that I have some […]

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