The Halley DeVestern Band: Blog

Hello, World:
Another Fourth of July is upon us in America.  I'll be knee deep in History Channel programming, no doubt.  My dad's hero was George Washington.  He loved that guy.  He read everything about him that he could get his hands on.  My dad passed away just before Christmas, so I guess I'll be thinking of him this weekend.
So, Freedom.  Pretty cool stuff.  I like it.  Wish it extended to everyone.  Wish people didn't abuse the word in an attempt to scare and rile people.  Wish it meant more to some people than the right to bear arms.  Anyway...
We had a fabulous gig at Shrine NYC this past Wednesday.  Cool place, check it out sometime if you're in New York.  I love performing with my amazing band.  That's when I feel the most free.  The stage is a kind of protection for me...I can do whatever I want (short of the obvious illegal stuff) and it's ok because I'm on stage.  Things come out of me that I'd [...]

Hello, World!
I'm blogging for the first time since Christmas.  I'm a bad, bad, lazy blogger.
So, it's hot and steamy here in NYC.  Makes Halley cranky; this is gonna a cranky blog entry. 
Didja hear about the airline pilot who supposedly judged the physical merits of all the female passengers OVER THE COMMUNICATIONS RADIO?  WHILE FLYING THE DAMN PLANE?  Doofus, much? 
He used what must be his own special code for identifying undesirables: Grandmas (too old), Grandes (too fat) and the like.  Cute.  He referred to the more attractive female passengers as "doable".  How 'bout flying the plane and worrying about your penis later, Dude?  This guy might just be the real-life Quagmire, the over-sexed airline pilot character from "Family Guy".  I wonder if he looks like an animated version of Bob Hope too. 
And while we're on the subject of nice names to call unattractive women, how about "Grenade"?  That's an interesting one.  [...]

With all of the things going on in your life, the lives of others, the life of mankind, it's silly to get wrapped up in sniggly little details.  Count your blessings, take joy where you can and remember that we are all brothers and sisters.  Love to you all!

It's going to snow tonight in NYC. Can't wait!! Even if we receive a mere inch, I'm gonna struggle into my dusty boots and stagger around the park in childlike awe...

This is my favorite time of year (and not just because my birthday is on December 20th). It feels celebratory from the first suggestions of Thanksgiving - it's a time of wandering about the city, flush with payday cash, and pressing one's nose against all the cold, twinkling windows, wondering which goodies might elicit unfettered joy from their recipients.

My dad used to take me for walks when I was little. One winter he said, "smell the air...it's smells like snow is coming". Sure enough, snow covered our town the next morning. Now that scent is faintly detected above the streets of New York. Sugar-white as angel's baby powder, snow will soften the unforgiving pillars of stone once again.

"Silver bells, silver bells..." oh, I am so, so goofy this time of year!