Life During…

In the early morning sun. 

“This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco
This ain’t no fooling around
This ain’t no mudd club, or C.B.G.B.
I ain’t got time for that now” — The Talking Heads

I awoke with the song “Life During Wartime” in my head. I had to hear it. The best version in our library is from their live shows in 1984. I saw that tour. My then wife, Cherie, and I were taking a break from Los Angeles Olympics coverage. The Talking Heads came to a venue in Orange County, California. We were exhausted from working 18 hour days. It was just the energizing break that we needed.

It’s hard to believe that 36 years years have passed since then. There have been changes. So many changes. The world can live in isolation because we aren’t really isolated. We can’t reach out and touch somebody, but we can see and hear them via the digital tools that were unthought of in 1984.

Of course, there is the book 1984. And, the amazing commercial that Apple dropped during the Superbowl. But, we had no idea where any of that was going.


Things weren’t great, but they were sort of cruising along.

Until. Until. Until.

CoVid19 escaped from China. Now, the whole world is shut down. People are sick and are getting sicker. The most compromised and aged are dying. Most business are closed, or working in a very reduced manner.

Things only seemed to get worse yesterday. Even though I knew it well beforehand, Jazzfest was postponed until October. Most music tours were cancelled. Most of the producers of those things seem to think that they could resume in October.

But, wait.

The CDC and the rest of the federal government are planning for an 18 month siege.  There goes October. There goes any of the things that I enjoy. There goes any of the ways we earn our livings.

When we finally emerge from our homes, what will be left? Will we emerge to find out that there is very little left?

God. I hope not.

Life During Wartime, it is.

The funny thing about listening to the Talking Heads live album is that even though I haven’t listened to it in a very long time I know every word. 36 years indeed.

Stay safe, take care of each other, and enjoy every sandwich.


Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at or For a quick look at my work please go to

5 thoughts on “Life During…

  1. Great music…my friend in Italy says the news isn’t telling about the “younger” humans…he says it’s like the “lungs just shut off”…his relative just died😌🤓people over 60 are given oxygen masks as ventilators are used for the young…


    1. I think I read that about France as well. I may have been a day or two early, but now the Canada-US border is closed. ALL US citizens are getting two checks, each for $1,000. That doesn’t even come close to making up what we lost by cancelling music events.

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      1. Yes I think Trudeau was wise…food distraction is from the south for us…always good to have 45 on side with this unknown…and yes the economic story will be another hard one to live…here we’re encouraging humans to donate their tickets back to the artists or to vaccine development 🤓I don’t know what’s going on…all feels very very strange…soon it’s wine time 🍷☺️💫

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      2. 45 is only on his own side. I have no idea when or how we’ll come out of this. I have a little hope… see Thursday Storyteller. The idea of donating tickets backwards is interesting. It’s very complex since the booking agent, the promoter and the venue will all want their cut. Musical Miss had two shots of Jameson and two Lonestar beers. If I drank I would have joined her. Instead, I just had some heroin. No. Kidding. 😑🐉🧧🀄🇭🇰


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