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HIS SPIRIT LIVES ON! ... BONER, THE PIANO DOG ... November 27, 1994 ... February 20, 2010

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January 15, 2018

Sunset Park, Las Vegas, Nevada

I've been feeling like hiding... eating and hiding. But by mid-afternoon I was able to pull my act together to get some work done and then I headed out to the park for a long, long walk with Mo. My lack of energy forced me to stop and sit for awhile. Then I began feeling better. I think it was in seeing Mo happily tearing across a huge open field full of jack rabbits everywhere. It was not a matter of his not knowing where to turn he just turned everywhere in full abandonment and joy. That makes me very happy. I was meeting up with a few friends but beforehand I came out of my slump enough to create some music in the dark. There were a few people around and I know it was magical for them. But more so, I knew it would be healing for me.

January 14, 2018

Clark County, Las Vegas, Nevada

Last night there was some serious domestic screaming, arguing, door banging, fighting, chasing along the walk way outside my door in two different apartments, one right next to me and then when that was over, the one next to that. I mean it was call the police level of trouble. I did not call the police but I did go into cope mode as in shut down which is not very functioning for my life. I think it brings back memories of past insanity in my own life all the way back to early childhood. In fact I thought how traumatic and damaging to a child's psyche it is to be in a situation like that with parents. And also as a mature adult, to have created some of that in my own life in my early years is just sad. The fact that I am becoming more empathic as I get older does not help any in situations like this. Onward... I have not taken many pictures of the Las Vegas strip where I live and felt inspired to do so on a little walk. You can find some impressive neon around where I live! Taking pictures of nature has been my main game but I also want to share some cityscape also.


January 13, 2018

Veterans Memorial Drive and Easy Sycamore, Las Vegas, Nevada

Mo and I headed out to a street where a homeless woman we know lives. She enjoys playing the piano whenever possible. On the way I say a guy cleaning up trash along the street and took a turn to find out if he was a homeless guy just cleaning up trash or getting paid my someone to do it. Mo and I ended up on a corner where I've been in the past and we decided to stay there to practice. Right now I'm more about practicing then creating music. And the place had a lot of homeless people but they were at a distance. As it turns out the guy cleaning the street was homeless. The people who live on the sidewalk there take turns cleaning and have trash bags that they bundle up for the trash men to come collect. I find that amazing. Not all homeless people are slobs, only the really mentally and drugged out ones are. A guy came up to ask if I would play the song I played the last time we were there and told me how it ebbed and flowed and was totally relaxing and made him feel good. Another guy came by and said he could here the music a few blocks away and was drawn to seek it out. Someone else said how our being there just turned their day around from bad to good.



With all that validity how can I not continue as I do? The stories people on the streets tell me about their lives are unbelievably amazing. Some of them are made up I am sure but they are told with such detail and clarity it makes me wonder. It reminds me of the one woman Brenda who says she was a live in girlfriend of Hustler magazines Larry Flint many years ago. Lol, This guy today, his name was Montana and I asked him how he got his name. Somehow the fact that I have been to Browning Montana twice, which is an Indian reservation... lead to a story he had about being there himself which involved his viking heritage and how vikings wore extensions on the bottoms of their shoes so that they could walk through water on the ships floor so that it would not seep into their boots. Also, that is why vikings developed a specific kind of walk. Oh my god, I tried to look that up on the internet to see if it was true because he had a name for them and everything. I couldn't find anything about it. Whether it is true or false, it does lead to wonder and intrigue and wanting to learn. I've met so many homeless people who are amazingly intelligent, alive, interested, caring, appreciative and who are great story tellers!

January 12, 2018

Circle Park, Las Vegas, Nevada

Originally I was driving to Sunset Park to practice my old repertoire. I am kind of into doing it and getting my chops back a little but... I ended up doing that locally at Circle Park. It was not long before a mom and her kids from across the street came over and they were all ecstatic, especially the little boy. The exchange was very enjoyable as I love interested people who are not afraid to engage in some relational fun, friendship and respect with a stranger. To give Mo a break from on top of the piano I took a walk around the park and while doing so passed some homeless people like three feet away from us who did not look at me and I did not look at them and thought, "whats wrong with you, say hello." It did not feel like they wanted me to say hello. Half way around the park I came across a guy named Pete who laying against a tree and he called out to thank me for the music.



He said how relaxing it was and how the world needed more people like me. I was surprised he could hear the music from the distance and that my practicing was enjoyable to anyone. I purposely played the sound down because I myself would have found it obnoxious and irritating. I invited him over to the truck and we had some deep intimate conversing about life with music. Then another neighborhood girl came by named Sarah who was intensely energetic and alive and just all about fun. Lol, Just even writing that, the memory of the exchange makes me laugh. We took some video and pictures while she got on the piano to tinkle a few notes out. With what happened between the fun with Sarah and the guy who's name was Pete and the neighborhood kids... getting to sleep tonight is not going to be easy because I am so energized.

January 11, 2018

Las Vegas, Nevada

Wow! It rained two days ago, the first time I've been in rain for a couple years and... I found the Traveling Piano's rain proof cover is no longer rain proof! The truck was soaked with water laying in it, Mo's piano rug was soaked, you could see where water seeped into the piano and its keys big time and as it is, and always has be... it still WORKS! At least for today in the right now that is. That is all we really have, the present moment, eh? At the park where I drove to, we met a few people and I practiced with some of my Ragtime and Boogie Woogie repertoire from the old days. That felt good although most of it has slipped from both my fingers as well as my mind.


January 10, 2018

Las Vegas, Nevada

I've begun to market the Traveling Piano as a quirky "location" for use in films, television, videos, and also for cameo appearances in different situations as a short feature or passing through, in the background of a scenes. There are many hundreds of creative ways to use this successful concept. If you know anyone in the entertainment industry who might be interested or you yourself would like more information, let me know!



Originating on the east coast the Traveling Piano has been in operation full time since 1987 and is now in its 32nd year. For the last ten years the truck has traveled throughout the northern hemisphere. As of 2017 the Traveling Piano has found a permanent home in Las Vegas, Nevada with a present agenda to offer the vehicle for features and cameo's in all media forms especially for television and film.



Specifics: Pickup Truck with Permanent Upright Piano in the Back with a Pup Named Mo on Top of Piano... stick shift, 4 cylinder, 1987 Toyota 5', 4" width, 19' long, 6'h Truck Bed 7' in length.. piano facade, keyboard insertion, self charging speaker/amplification system... piano man optional, groups welcome (30 people maximum in truck at one time)... mobile on road capability... able to travel distances... fits into small locations including through double glass doors... flexible considering time restraints... all weather, 32 years of full time operation throughout the northern hemisphere... open to all creative use especially for cameo appearances... based in Las Vegas, Nevada. This Website has over 70,000 pictures with a daily blog for every day since 2006.


January 09, 2018

In My Little Micro Studio Room, Las Vegas, Nevada

It has been raining steady and strong all day and this is the first time in years I've been in rain. It feels really good. Las Vegas has had no rain for almost four months and that was a light short drizzle for a short time. The last time I was in rain like today, I think it was in Oregon in 2016. Mo and I slept in until noon and then I watched the dark grey clouds outside while listening to the steady downfall. There are still pictures to process for the galleries from last year and much of the day was spent doing that. I've been praying to know what to do for the future, just continue with the present journey or move into something new... what and how. With moving onward it seems I must do it realistically which creates limits and boundaries. Where is my passion and for what? Also, what is possible at my age not only concerning how people think and act towards older people in a working environment but concerning personal physical and mental limitations. Thinking while not thinking can be a major challenge when it comes to balance. At sixty-two years of age... from age fifteen to fifty, I had created my own work for money (teaching and performing) and then for the last twelve years I've been working through universal spiritual principals alone self-sustained from my past years through money and the last two years through the contribution of others. All the past ways... did that done that. I felt somewhat forced to evolved into what is now. Thank God it all turned out for the best. What is "now" must again evolve, but into what? Please God, let it be a smooth transition. I know that will be all up to me with support from above, through other people.

January 08, 2018

Las Vegas, Nevada

Registering the Traveling Piano in Nevada is a big step for me. I now feel legalized in a new place and it is a statement for myself, that I am officially living somewhere else for the first time in my life. That has been a life long dream. I was raised to stay close to home (where I was born) for my entire life. It took a friggin' year to say I am settled "in" somewhere new that is mine after so many years on the road. Hahaha... "mine." For whatever that is worth which in reality is nothing. But, I have always wanted to live someplace else other than where I grew up in the Philadelphia, PA area back east. And now, it is done. Also, this is a step towards independence and self-sufficiency again. I have been using my friends address back east as my legal home address all these years and now I'm back on my own a little more. Somehow I want to become financially more independent than I am and that... is a real challenge in many ways. For more than a year now I've been living bare bones with one contributor basically taking care of my rent and truck gas. Also, a fundraiser I did last year got me through the year and it was absolutely necessary to have done. With the money raised I was able to get the truck repaired, some clothes, Mo's needs, food, and pay for the misc costs of living... such as all the truck needs, insurances, etc...

January 7, 2018

Las Vegas, Nevada

It was time to transfer all my legal driving needs from back east to Nevada. While experiencing a miracle of sorts I was reminded that it happened because I kept saying to myself, "get out of the way, stay out of the way, let it happen" over and over. It was eleven in the morning and I knew the Dept of Transportation closed at four so I just set myself to finishing by six. Someone had randomly said that the DMV takes appointments and it is time to switch over not only my license... I needed to register and get the truck inspected and also get new tags. There were about four hundred people there so I was thankful I had made an appointment. As a result I was in and out in an hour and ten minutes. When the service representative said I needed to take an eye exam I thought... trouble, while I rattled off the top line as fast as possible so it would seem the entire test would be easy. It worked. The second line was not needed.



Never would I have been able to read the next line if they had asked. I had all the paper work needed and was very careful about that because I know they send you home if all the documentation is not present. Only problem, my registration papers had expired. I forgot to print out the new ones. Somehow they did a process that pushed through the present registration in their system. The Traveling Piano truck is now registered as a "Classic". It saves some money as mandatory smog tests are not necessary. After all, the truck is now in its thirty second year and so I think it fun to have it as a classic still on the road. The only glitch is that I can only drive it 5000 miles a year so I must not get obsessive about how many miles I'm using and just deal with everything as it comes... one day at a time. If I need to re-register it down the line, I will. It was a very good day in getting that all done!

January 06, 2018

Seven Magic Mountains, Las Vegas, Nevada

While driving into Nevada in 2016 I saw an amazing rocks, a sculpture of color stacked on top of each other and I never forgot it. I wondered how I could get closer to these aggressively day-glo painted stacks out in the desert. Then about a half year ago I saw a post online as to what they are and where, so today Mo and I took a drive there. It was a destination, a two year art installation and it will soon be gone. I am glad I saw it. Wow! It was much more than a bunch of rocks. It was 3.5 million worth of thought and creativity and worth every penny. I could critic it in positive ways for days. While there I created some music because I felt very inspired. I was surprised people were around until I learned what a huge undertaking the project was. The art is a big draw for both locals and tourists. I met a family with means from inner Mongolia a specific part of China that I would like to take the Traveling Piano to.



The parents have a six year old girl was proficient at playing the piano. I could feel a deep respect from them for piano music. They all expressed an interest in helping me get the Traveling Piano to China. Maybe now is the time it will happen? I must stay out of the way and let the heavens continually direct my life of course all the while working in the direction I want to go. After that another typical Traveling Piano spontaneous and synchronistic moment happened. We met another family driving from New York City to Los Angeles where they live with a young girl who had just given a recital at Carnegie Hall in New York. She was a national winner of a young composition competition or something like that, or so they said and had just given a recital. She could play the piano very well. Two children proficient at the piano from different parts of the world to find us in the period of a half hour, in the Nevada desert... very interesting.

January 05, 2018

Clark County, Las Vegas, Nevada

Still feeling raw with my health it is First Friday here in Las Vegas. It is a monthly festival up a few blocks from where I live and I like to spend some time with the Traveling Piano down where I live so Mo and I parked across the street from my apartment complex on the corner like I've been doing every month. Nefarious characters are everywhere and they often come over to the truck and get onto the piano to spend some time. Every time someone comes over I say to myself, "you know nothing." It is not my job to figure out whether they are working the neighborhood for drugs or sex, homeless, whatever... my job is to spend some time and have Musical, Fun, Friendship and Respect with my neighbors. There was a woman with her young child and dog in a car. She came out frantic asking me to play Somewhere Over the Rainbow to help calm her child who was bouncing off the walls inside the car screaming and flailing herself around. The mother said she has autism and it had stopped and now has returned. I said to myself, that is not how autism works.



As information seeped out in conversation I thought maybe the child had stabilized in life and now with the woman doing whatever she does, that has created instability and the child is furious about it and she was. The poor dog in the vehicle with her was taking it all in and I thought, "you know nothing Danny." After a time the child did come out and calm down, I hope the music and Mo and the truck, etc... helped. My next door neighbor finally came over after hesitating for over six months. He plays the piano and I drove him around the block and through an alley as he played with Mo on top of the piano. Ha, I'm sure he's going to be dreaming about that tonight because it blew his mind to be actually driving the streets while playing the piano on the back of a truck. A guy from New Jersey stopped and left his car running in the street while he spent some time. I couldn't figure out what he was doing or what he was up to I just kept thinking... "I know nothing. I met a film guy with his wife and boy from Toronto. After about two hours I made myself stop so I did not wear out physically.

January 04, 2018

Arts District, Las Vegas, Nevada

I spent the first four hours today on the phone transferring my truck insurance from Pennsylvania to Nevada and working out a decent price for it. I've been here a year and am now settled for the first time in twelve years. After working the representative for all that time I think I got the lowest possible price. I am against forced vehicle insurance. So it went on and on, "well sir, we strongly suggest you have liability coverage blah, blah and if you don't you must sign a separate form saying that you reject it." I told them, "send the form, I reject it." I've been around and know the game. Transferring from state to state, I knew they were going to raise the price but I just kept working it until I got it down to three dollars more than I am presently paying. I'm turning the Traveling Piano truck into a "classic" so it will have special plates. Its too old to drive any great distance anymore anyway, and this way I can surpass the smog tests and fee's here in Nevada. Saturday, I go to register the truck and switch over my drivers license.

January 03, 2018

Right off the Strip in Las Vegas, Nevada

I'm always working. To do anything else other than what I already know to do work wise, is not easy. I did force myself to take a break and go to see a movie today, thats good. Also, I went and spent some time with a few friends. The way my creative mind works can be torturous. The way my mind works can be torturous, period. I must find desire and then assert my spirit with that desire in order to function with my mind. Simple tasks like to make a cup of coffee have never come naturally. I've always had to think consciously about most actions that make up the functioning of life, more than most people I've met. The only thing that comes natural for me is to take a shit. Then, even with that I must think about what I am doing when I wipe my ass clean. Too much information? Lol, probably but that is the way it is.



I want to stop thinking about what I am able to accomplish, what I desire to accomplish, what accomplishment would serve the most purpose for me and the world at this stage of the game and just "do". Or... should I just keep on keeping on with the Traveling Piano as is. The truck is too old and beat up to pass off as a performance vehicle as I did in its first twenty years of use. I could never command a decent or worthwhile fee these days using it for performance, promotion or whatever.

January 02, 2018

The Arts District, Las Vegas, Nevada

I'm working to lay low and rest until I fully recover from the cold/flu/strep-throat, whatever has been at me for a month now! The health situation is really beginning to piss me off. Trying to exercise to become healthier and also put out energy with Traveling Piano work while knowing when to stop or having the ability to stop without overdoing it... a major challenge for my life, in all areas. When I get going on something that I am focused on... stopping can be a problem. I miss hiking in the desert. This website is messed up again. The internet says there is no www.travelingpiano.com and my friend Wes who helps me with the website is away on vacation until the end of the month. So... you are only seeing this today on January 2nd if you are coming through a bookmark you have made, or from another inside or outside web link.


January 01, 2018

Freedom Park, Las Vegas, Nevada

I went to visit a neighbor with the Traveling Piano who had moved away but I could not find her place. While driving down the road I spotted a huge park and it was filled with families and kids. The feeling of community was palatable and so I stopped to spend some time. It was not long before people came over to meet Mo and myself and to see what was going on and that felt really good because even though people did not want to intrude, they were not afraid and very interested. Also they were very much enjoying the music. I was only going to spend an hour because I must watch how much physical energy I put out as I am still hung over with a little flu/cold or whatever is going on with me. The one hour turned into four hours. A car pulled up next to me that looked like trouble and I could feel lots of chaos from a hardcore family full of adults and kids who were getting out.



By the time I left we had become very friendly with all of them and they would not let me leave without food. Every parent I met wanted nothing more than to have their kids learn and have a new experience through the Traveling Piano. The entire place was ethnic as in Spanish or Latin yet I felt like I was family with everyone. The family that had pulled up next to me was bottom of the barrel poor but with a smart and worldly sensibility. I'll bet that it was because they had traveled to and lived in different places throughout the northern hemisphere. People who are well traveled without question are smarter and more open in every way. Money or schooling cannot compare to what you personally interact with in life. That last family helped me to feel like a human being through extending themselves in friendship and not being afraid of stranger.