Saturday, December 26, 2009


A poem by my son who will turn twelve in February.

By Julien Streetman

I am from poem
I am from baseball bats to violins
From Georgia to South Dakota
From the farm land to the inner city Roxbury, Boston
I am from steamed burnt vegetables
Ice cream and more ice cream
Home made blueberry pancakes fresh off the stove
And mixed fruit topped off with vanilla yogurt
As white as fresh snow
I am from expensive instruments
Heavy duty sports gear, black and white
Checkered decorating and Mac computers
Sprawled out on every desk in the house
I am from a loving family
Saying grace at a wonderful Christmas Dinner
With a long term tradition
With Christmas at Grandma's house
I am from a special smell only I can smell
Of my dad coming home from a trip
Clorox mixed with vanilla
I am from juicy buttery mouthwatering cream corn
I am from strong love between my mom
Dad, puppy and I
I am from a little bit of this and a little bit of that
That is where I am from

Saturday, November 28, 2009

What time is it?

The world is getting smaller. Ought we not find a better way to manage it? What an anomaly. There are more people than ever and yet the world is getting smaller. Space is less. Pace is more stressed. What time is it? Ain't it time that you free yourself instead of waiting on somebody else? What time is it?
Ain't it time that you open the door to making love instead of making war?
What time is it
Ain't it time that you shake the nation with a little bit of peaceful confrontation?
What time is it?
Ain't it time that you make a stand and start lovin' everybody like you know you can?
What time is it?
Are you in time on time out of time or left behind?
What itme is it?
Are you buying time doing time makin' time or wastin' time?
What time is it?
Is it break time take time night time or the right time to stand up and fight time?
what time is it?
Is it dawn dusk or duck doomsday and are we out of luck?
What time is it?
Is it time that you light the night up with dynamite?
What time is it?
Ain't it time that we get it done equal rights for everyone?
What time is it?
Is it up time down time about time to come on out time?
Is it winnin' time grinnin' time grittin' time or quittin' time?
Is it movin' time groovin' time skin time or make a friend time?
Is it AM, PM or free him he only spoke his mind?
What time is it?

Monday, November 23, 2009

On Home

It is good to be home no matter where you are!! The Chicster

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Passing the Blues Along - A documentary

I am excited to announce the release of Passing the Blues Along - a documentary directed by Joseph Sargent that covers mostly my adult years as a performing artist. Copies will be on sale beginning November 9th. For more information on Passing the Blues Along please call Mo' Street Music (206) 525-2993. -- The Chicster

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Frank Buster

What a special little guy. He waltzed in tonight with his head bald and scarred from radiation, and a big smile on his face. The brain tumor would not survive. He was sure of that. He'd named it 'Frank' because he needed to know to whom exactly the hammer would be sent for smashing. I was given a tiny pin to wear. It said, "Frank Buster", and in 'that's-the-least-I-can-do' moment I joined his campaign to get rid of Frank. I scanned the audience for other Frank Busters and found a few. There has to be a song for this brave lad and I racked my brain to find it. I thought about "Lean On Me" and "Stand By Me", but his will was already so positive and strong. Why go there? Instead, we sang "don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing's gonna be alright". I am proud of my Frank Buster pin, and I will wear it forever in prayer for all the little children fighting for their lives.

The Art of Performance

I would love to have your thoughts in the form of an anecdote or two regarding the Art of Performance. Send me an email if you'd like to participate in the book I am writing (, and I will send you the "3" questions.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


When your mind is happy so is your body! That's my mantra for the day. Get to walkin' and put a little synchopated rhythm into it. Do a little bop if you want to as the words roll from your tongue..."when your mind is happy so is your body". Tomorrow make up your own mantra. Your heart will be thankful. The chicster

Monday, October 26, 2009

Movin' on up!!

My wife has convinced me that blogging is the way to go. So, this is my very first blog. I have no idea what I am doing, but I am determined to keep on movin' up. That's the only way to go.
--the Chicster