Deep in the belly of many internet comment threads you will sometimes see the letters “tl:dr.” Birthed on the web in 2002, these initials simply mean “too long: didn’t read.” In other words, either my time is limited or my attention span is too short to read the entire article or thread or t…

Has it ever happened to you?

It was just a few minutes before seven o’ clock Wednesday night.

While some of you are relishing the sweet solace of another summer Sunday, reality reminds us that yellow school buses will be back on the roads a week from Monday and summer for some is coming to an abrupt halt.

It’s time once again to see how much music knowledge is stored up in that brain of yours. Keep score and let me know you fare against family and friends. As always, no wagering.

I have a new hobby. Over the past few weeks, I have been discovering all kinds of treasures with a new (entry level) metal detector. I know, I know — isn’t metal detecting reserved for old men in black socks wearing sandals? Thankfully, it doesn’t have to be – although I might still be class…

I recently ran across an old red scrapbook that I put together in my late teens. In a world before digital phones and invisible storage clouds, scrapbooks were a way to keep those important memories protected (somewhat) through the years and various moves from place to place.

Before the dawn of the internet, I used to enjoy the “Book of Lists” series authored by siblings David Wallechinsky and Amy Wallace and their father Irving Wallace. For those unfamiliar, this series of books which first came on the market in 1977 featured hundreds of lists on a wide variety …

If you’ve read this column at all over the past couple of years, you know how much I relish the art of intentional playlist procurement. Every few months, I like to give you a sampling of tracks I believe are worth a listen and it’s always nice to hear that some of these suggestions get adde…

If you are a movie buff, it couldn’t get much better.

Funny misheard lyrics are one of life’s great treasures.

We love them. We hate them. They stick in our heads, we sing them in the shower, they bother us at work and they crush our focus when we should be thinking about other much more important things.

Have you priced concert tickets lately?

Putting together new music playlists is one of my favorite things to do.

I’ll take “Songs that everyone tries to sing and yet nobody knows the words” for $1,000, Alex.

In his book,“Tunesmith: Inside the Art of Songwriting,” multi-Grammy award winning songwriter Jimmy Webb (“By the Time I Get to Phoenix” “Up, Up and Away”) emphasizes how important the opening lines of a song are for those who craft lyrics and melody. He says, “We must accomplish our aims an…

“I promise not to play any Kanye, any anime, or any Johnny Cash.”

All great musicians begin by playing songs from other artists.

1. “Sunday Kind Of Love” – Etta James

Favorite new song:

It’s time for another round of trivia.

What is your earliest musical memory? I’ve touched on that topic once or twice in previous columns and I always associate hearing Billy Joel playing on a small transistor radio in 1978 during a stay at my Grandma’s house as the moment that made me want to go buy a record for my own.

Greenwood resident Terry Devore is the inspiration for my column this week. Terry is a colleague of mine at Lander University and is the kind of guy who can cheer you up with a smile or a funny story.