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Sep 24, 2022

Blue Palette - framed abstract


Blue Palette - framed
(C) Roger C. Lubeck 2022


 

Face in Abstract


A new painting 
Face in Abstract (c) Roger C. Lubeck 2022


 

Jun 19, 2022

I NEVER PLAYED SPORTS FOR MY FATHER

 

          

 


                I never played sports for my father.  Sure, I signed up for little league baseball and received my team shirt and hat, but I never attended practice and at the only game I play in, with my father watching, I dropped a fly ball that cost us the game. 

            In the play “I Never Sang for My Father,” by Robert Anderson, the main character Gene (the son) and his father, Tom, are looking at old pictures and reminiscing. In the scene, the father’s love for his son is clear, when Tom asks about a tune that Gene used to sing for him as a boy. Gene confesses that he never sang the tune for his father, meaning he only sang it for his mother, but Tom recalls otherwise. In the argument that follows, Gene reveals that he plans to move to California rather than stay in New York and care for Tom.  Gene never sees his father again, and he never sings for his father.

            My father encouraged and sometimes pushed me into sports. My older brother was a natural athlete. He excelled at hockey, played on the high school baseball and basketball teams, and even today his golf score is in the eighties. For birthdays and Christmas, my father gave me sports equipment and what I called “family gifts.” 

            I twisted my ankle on the ice skates, never hit the hoop with the basketball, and I only played football because my dad took me to the signup and attended all the practices and games. I never learned the football plays, and as a tackle, it didn’t matter. The snorkel and swim mask, snow skis, and a backpack were gifts I used. The rubber raft, rowboat, the table hockey game, and pool table were fun, even if family gifts.

            In junior high, I placed third in an eighth-grade short story contest. My dad helped edit my grammar and typed the story.  I have no idea what the story was about, and I don’t have a copy. I remember my teacher, Mr. Amberg, asked me about the last line in the story; something about sparrows on a telephone wire. I didn’t know why I had written the line or what it meant.  It is possible my dad not only edited the story but served as a ghostwriter. 

            In college my “A” in literature kept me reading. The prospect of a “D” in creative writing suggested a writing career might be out. Therefore, I focused on books, alcohol, sports cars, rock’n’roll, and girls. Oh, and the Science of Behavior.  My older brother’s career in advertising made sense to dad. My choice of Psychology and Philosophy, not so much.

            I know my dad was proud of my Ph.D. and my university teaching, but he never lost hope I would be a writer.  In 1977, dad asked me to write a book review of a new science fiction novel. He was the feature editor at the Detroit News, and I was an avid Sci-Fi reader. I enjoyed writing the review and I could tell it pleased my dad. Subsequently, he had me review the second book in a three-part autobiography by B. F. Skinner.

            In retirement, dad planned to write historical fiction about the French Voyagers. He had done all the research and he had purchased a Royal typewriter. The problem was he just couldn’t seem to get started. He had a pecked out a first chapter on the Royal, but that was all he could manage. After years of feature writing, he had writer’s block. I remember telling him how using a computer had freed me to write and I mentioned I would like to write a novel someday.

            Dad said, “I hope you do it while I still have connections in the publishing game.”

            My dad never wrote his novel, and he didn’t live to see me become president of the California Writers Club, publish two business books, ten novels, a dozen short stories and poems, and have two 10-minute plays produced. I never played sports for my father, but I have written books in his honor and one day I will write his story of the Voyagers. I just wish I had his first chapter to help me get started.   

Jun 16, 2022

Abstract 6 16 2022 - How to frame


Abstract 
6 16 2022
How to frame


In progress


Unframed


Black on Black Frame


Black White Black Frame



  Black Light Blue Black Frame



  Black Blue Black Frame

 

Jun 10, 2022

Aspen in Utah

Aspen in Utah
6 10 2022




 

A new Abstract with Photoshopped variations


A new Abstract with 
Photoshopped variations





 

Jun 4, 2022

Lynette let her first artichokes go to flower.

Lynette let her first artichokes go to flower. 

A photographer's dream.















 

Flower Abstract


Flower Abstract 

(C) 6 4 2022



 

Jun 2, 2022

New Painting - untitled abstract 2022


Untitled Abstract

Roger C. Lubeck (C) 2022


 

Feb 27, 2022

HAIR in SANTA ROSA - 50 years and still radical

 HAIR

Lynette and I saw the 6th street production of Hair - the Musical on Saturday at a matinee performance in Santa Rosa. It was an excellent production with good singing and acting. I love musicals and because I have owned the cast recording since its release, I know every song by heart. Yesterday, was almost like 50 years had not come between.

I saw Hair when it opened in Detroit in 1970. The co-writers of the play appeared in the lead roles of Berger and Claude Gerome Ragni & James Rado. The lead female, Sheila was played by  Shaun "Stoney" Murphy   Also staring in the Detroit production was MeatLoaf. The music and the production were outstanding. 

Because it was an opening night at the Fisher Theater I was wearing my gray herring-bone sport coat with a blue shirt and tie. At the time I had a mustache and shoulder-length hair. I was one of the few audience members who actually looked like a hippie.

Naturally, when asked to come on stage and sing "let the sunshine" I refused feeling, Be-ins were dumb. Another of my life regrets. In the performance yesterday we all stood and waved our arms as we sang. I doubt I could have gotten on stage without a railing.




Feb 17, 2022

MOON 2 15 2022


MOON on 2 15 2022 shot with Nikon 5300
18-300 VR lens 1/125 sec


 

Feb 8, 2022

Girl in Red 2 7 2021


Girl in Red (c) 2022

New painting framed with photoshop


 

Jan 12, 2022

New painting Titmouse - painted 1 11 2022



 New painting Titmouse - painted 1 11 2022

The framing was photoshopped.


After adding foliage


Before foliage


Jan 10, 2022

Jan 6, 2022

Hummer and Flowers

Hummer and Flowers



 

Taken from David Jansen - Bird paintings

Painting on an Easel


Painting on an Easel



 

I like how the paint stains on the easel match the painting.

Jan 4, 2022

Home at Last and Taste of Danger


Tied to the Mast

This sculpture, Ulysses by Robin Bell captures the essence of the dilemma expressed in two of my favorite songs.


Steely Dan's song is "Home at Last."

Though the danger of the rocks is surely past.
Still, I remain tied to the mast.
Could it be I have found my home at last?
Home at Last.

Jonatha Brooke - Taste Of Danger
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwiMK0BoLaQ
I still play with fire
Hoping that I might get burned
Toying with desire, Teasing to the wire
Thinking that I'll never learn

Some things I earn
Most things I steal
There's an angel on my shoulder
But the devil's at the wheel
I toe the line, but then I fall
Cuz' heaven knows I like the taste of danger most of all
Danger most of all