Jay Hunter Morris knows that talent alone does not necessarily lead to success. And, it certainly will not land you in a starring role at New York’s Metropolitan Opera. That takes a lot more work. And, as someone who can be called a late or young-baby boomer, he has worked for quite a while to make his dream come true.

Tenor Jay Hunter Morris at the Metropolitan Opera.

“I’ve been surrounded by phenomenally talented people for years … people I admire, people who have mentored me,” he says.

He knows the competition. So, he works harder, pushing his natural talent farther and farther. Long, exhausting hours of rehearsal.

After years of determination and hard work, usually as a backup opera tenor, Jay is taking to the stage of The Met in the starring role of Siegfried in Richard Wagner‘s formidable opera, Götterdämmerungor Twilight of the Gods.

He is starring with soprano legend Deborah Voigt who plays Brünnhilde. The operatic performance is a staggering five hours long and is the conclusion of Wagner’s fabled, four-epic Ring Cycle about treachery, death, deception, mythical gods, magic swords, love, hate, dense forests with strange creatures and dragons.

Jay got his big career break late in 2011. He was called in to replace the original tenor for “Siegfried,” who had become ill. Jay knew the part, and his performance at The Met in New York was spellbinding. Audiences – whether at The Met or watching HD telecasts around the world – were thrilled. Critics called his singing and acting, “A genuine triumph.”

Words like “genuine” and “authentic” are easily used to describe Jay Hunter Morris, whether watching him sing, perform or just visiting over dinner.

It has been a long road for Jay since growing up in Paris, Texas, where his father – who died when Jay was age 12 – was a Southern Baptist music minister, and his mother a church organist. But, the humble and real roots and dreams of his upbringing firmly ground him, even today.

We recently sat in a New York restaurant, bragging about our respective wives, children and personal things that matter most in our lives.

“My voice hurts, my brain hurts, my body hurts … I hurt all over,” he said, slumping in our booth at Lincoln. Why?! He has just finished another eight-hour day of rehearsing on stage with The Met’s orchestra and the other singers. But, all of his energy and sparkle returned when he talked about his actress-wife Meg and son, Cooper Jack. Grounding on what’s important to life and a shared knowing that pretension gets us nowhere.

I think that one of the many things that thrilled audiences about Jay’s performance of Siegfried – whether they watched in person at The Met in New York or in theaters globally on live HD television – was his believability, he accessibility. He brought the character to life. Most audiences had never seen or heard him before but his Siegfried was dramatic, exciting and the stuff of which makes for overnight legend.

Heck, I don’t care whether you enjoy opera or not, Jay’s “Ziggy” (as he calls his character) reminds me a little of Johnny Depp’s Jack Sparrow in “Pirates of the Caribbean,” with his own style of sparkle, energy and thrilling voice. I also believe it’s only a matter of time before Jay Hunter Morris develops a crossover second career as motion picture star.

How does he muster the stamina for such a demanding operatic role?

“It’s storytelling,” Jay says. “I know this story so well … I’ve sung it so many times that when the stage lights come on and the orchestra begins, I just find myself in Ziggy and sing the story.” With a lot of passion, I might add.

Not since the late Luciano Pavarotti have I found a tenor’s voice so captivating, so rich, so passionate. On stage, he is all charisma. Similar to Pavarotti’s magic but all his own.

Tickets to be there at The Met to witness Götterdämmerung are sold out. But The Met’s live HD global telecast of Götterdämmerung is Saturday, February 11, and probably showing in a nearby movie theatre. It is something not to be missed.

Connect with Jay on Twitter: @JayHunterMorris

(Photos by Gil Lavi)

Some people gave me one year to grieve. They saw grief as a straight line, with a beginning, middle, and end. But it is not linear. It is disjointed. ~ Ann Hood, Comfort: A Journey Through Grief

Wendy with her mother.

Grief is never linear, like my knitting, it’s disjointed!

I read with interest the semiautobiographical and bestselling novel “The Knitting Circle” by Ann Hood, and soon to be an HBO original movie based on the book starring Katherine Heigl. It’s a story about a mother and wife, who is dealing with the aftermath of the sudden death of her only child. As she struggles to make sense of this tragedy, she is encouraged by her mother of whom she already has a challenging relationship with, to take up knitting as a means of potential therapy and comfort.

She reluctantly joins a knitting group and slowly this circle of women start revealing their own personal stories and a thread of hope, healing and friendship gets strewn together. This book inspired me to find a local knitting group so I could experience this same sense of camaraderie and solace in the face of my own unrelenting grief over the loss of my mom.

Wendy with her late mother who is wearing a crochet hat.

Before I knew it, I was introducing myself before a small group of woolly enthusiasts and felt this strange urgency to tell them while I was there to improve my limited knitting abilities, what I really came for, was to glean some lessons on life. I like many other boomers, unfortunately are facing this sort of reality, the loss of one of our parent, or both. I am only 50 and yet still feel so infantile when it comes to such topics as aging and death. I know intellectually these are inevitable events, but in my heart, I’m a scared child who just wants her mom to tell her everything will be alright.

The wool pack I just met, comprised of two men, who looked to be in their 30s, four women who looked to be in their early 60s and one woman who could not have been more than 20, no stereotypical image of a granny knitting on a rocking chair here! Everyone was busy chatting and tending to their crafts, their knitting needles moving up and down in the air in a synchronized knitting fashion. Clearly, knitting has become all the rage now, with not only knitting groups meeting up in swanky cafés, but with an online tight knit community called Ravelry, drawing in yarn and fiber fans of all ages.

It took all my courage to bring out the bag that contained my mom’s wools and last unfinished project before she passed away. In this bag, which belonged to my mom, I took out what would have been a sweater; the two sleeves hiding unhinged at the bottom of the bag, her knitting needles still in place in the remaining ball of wool, the only knot, was deep in my stomach.  The leader of the group invited me to sit next to her and using my mom’s wool expertly positioned my hands around the knitting needles, and started me off on my first easy project, a scarf.

My mom loved to crochet and knit.  She always told me when she had something to work on, it kept her mind mercifully distracted from depressing or worrisome thoughts, and it even made her forget her physical pain stemming from a hip fracture and severe osteoporosis.  I so admired watching her weave her magic so effortlessly and produce within hours a soft acrylic poncho with long bright dangling fringes, or a slightly misshaped colourful crochet hat with earflaps and huge pompoms, now suddenly so in vogue and retro, but back when I was in high school and had to wear them, not so much!

As I was learning how to knit one purl two, I shared with the group that I decided to take up knitting because I saw how much joy it provided my mom, how she revelled in the anticipation of how something would turn out, and just simply how when she was in her knitting zone, she seemed so genuinely at peace.  I knew my mom was happiest when she was able to relax outside under a shade tree on her favourite lounge chair, surrounded by nothing more than a gentle summer breeze and her special bag of  knitting needles, crochet hooks and of course her myriad of marvellous wools.

I recall and hold dear the many cherished times spent with my mom and try to adhere to the pearls of wisdom once echoed by the renown knitting aficionado and pioneer of her time Elizabeth Zimmerman (EZ), who said “Properly practiced, knitting soothes the troubled spirit, and it doesn’t hurt the untroubled spirit, either.”  Words to embrace as I unravel and cast off another row of stitches from my knitting needle,  my scarf should be completed by winter (not sure which year though!) but somehow I feel rather compelled to knit on!   I know my mom would want me to.
 

Nancy Anderson

After reading hundreds of boomers’ autobiographies over the past three decades, I’ve concluded that life is a story that needs to be rewritten in midlife to reflect the desires of the authentic self. This means, the personality that emerges in our early forties, when material goals are not as important as finding answers to questions of ultimate concern: who am I, why am I here, and what should I do with the rest of my life? By contrast, when we are younger, we need to go for the personal gold, experiment with many options, try on different personas, and compete with peers for status and recognition.

Navigating the transition into midlife and beyond takes courage and persistence, since the younger self holds on with all its might in a culture that values outer success more than inner success. Holding onto what is dead and gone can provoke the well-known midlife crisis, with its regressive symptoms of alienation and depression. The solution is to let go of everything that has outlived its usefulness so that life energy can be redirected into goals that bring personal fulfillment, particularly in your work.

Given the volatile economy, rising costs of living, and the likelihood that safety nets such as social security, and dividends from investments and savings, may not be enough to cover expenses when you are older, now it is not just a matter of if you should follow your passion. You absolutely must find the work that engages your heart in order to weather the turmoil that will be around for some time to come.

Passion will carry you through economic downturns because you get better and better as you age, expertise that makes you virtually recession-proof. Once you are in the niche that nourishes your soul and serves others, you will be the center of calm in a stormy world.

To use a business analogy, owners and managers who survive and thrive in difficult times adapt to changes in the marketplace. They get rid of what is not working to make room for what works. This can be painful, but a streamlined operation sets the stage for new and more profitable ways to serve consumers.

Similarly, to survive and thrive in midlife and beyond, get rid of distractions like obsolete possessions, over drinking, overeating, socializing too much, working too much, and spending time with people who drain your energy. With distractions out of the way (and this will take a while), rewrite your life story so that the outcome matches who you are and what you value at this stage of life.

For example, pay attention to passion clues, such as work you would do even if you did not get paid for it, and enjoy the process as much as the result. Make a list of what you do naturally and well, then connect with employers, customers, or clients who need your enthusiasm and expertise to reach their goals. Be assured, once you get and stay on the passion track, you will arrive at your destination, getting paid to do what makes you feel free, useful and creative.

Follow Nancy online at www.workwithpassion.com.

The first thing we learned it: The Party Is Often Smaller.

Boomers prefer staying home and socializing with about four to eight people, from about five to eight at night. Eating at favorite restaurants or attending wine or microbrew tastings is also popular.
 

 
Margie, born in 1956, told us, “Joe and I rarely host parties; we have friends and neighbors over for dinner, to watch the superbowl, or just to socialize, but it is usually small-scale.” She’s not alone, especially among older couples from the Silent Generation. Judy, born in 1938, says, “We’re not as much of party people, though we like to play cards and have dinner with one other couple.”

What is a party? Some (and especially members of the Woodstock Generation) would define it as a wild, crowded celebration. Merriam-Webster defines party more modestly, as “a social gathering.”

So, while Boomers may not be willing to host Woodstock, they do like to gather with friends and family.

The next thing we learned is: Parties Have Meaning.

Time spent needs to matter. Jay, born in 1961, says, “Most of the parties I attend today come with raising money for causes like AIDS or diabetes; but, I also attend family weddings, christenings, or special milestone birthdays.

I’m more appreciative of the parties I choose to attend and more thoughtful and reflective of the people and memories.” Linda, born in 1954, adds, “I think you’re more relaxed about hosting AND attending parties (been there, done that.)”

Younger years were spent striving to be something or do something. Jay exclaims that today he “takes pause and says, ‘Oh, wow. I am those things. I did them’.” He picks and chooses the occasions worthy of his time. Fifty, sixty, and seventy-year-olds party because they want to, not because they feel- obligated.

Which means there’s something for all of us to learn: Timeless Party Tips.

Karen, born in 1944, suggests providing activities that appeal to each generation during inter-generational parties. On her recent cruise, “Each age group answered trivia questions from its own generation.”

Jay advocates inviting people from all walks of your life. Also, “get tables right.” Ceramic centerpieces can double as favors.

While energy levels change, parties still inspire. These generations are off their couches!
 

Jenny Paschall

It goes without saying that as Baby Boomers, we get aches and pains. Sometimes we visit a doctor and probably most of us take some prescription meds to control cholesterol, high blood pressure, etc etc.

But here’s my question: do we have to talk about our illnesses? Endlessly?? Why do people think fellow dinner guests are agog to hear about their latest probe or MRI? I recently had to listen to a complete stranger talk about his prostatitis. Then the rest of the party compared their recent doctor visits, amount of milligrams of whichever drug they’re taking — and the side effects, of course — then swapped recommendations for doctors who were absolute ‘must sees’ for ailments yet to be contracted.

Eventually, with gritted teeth, I said in my most English accent, “We don’t discuss illness in England. If we’re sick, we stay home until we’re better, then when we’re ready to venture out again, we’re only too delighted to leave our symptoms behind us.”

This statement was met with a stunned silence. Then one woman said, sniffily, “Well, you Brits are a different breed …,” then continued to talk about her herniated disc.

I just don’t get it. What is it with people? If they’re not talking about their illnesses, they’re talking about their insurance policies, and whether they cover dental and optometry.

So, fellow Boomers, perhaps you should consider this: talking about your aches and pains is, frankly, a pain in the butt. Your seasonal allergies and kidney stones are even less interesting than your photos of the eight grandchildren you insist on showing around the table.

You might all feel a whole lot better if you kept your illness to yourself, and made it a policy to discuss the latest movie release, New York Times bestseller, or even, heaven forbid, politics … and no, that doesn’t mean you can slip in a heart monitor story in the guise of a debate about universal healthcare!
 

Al "baby boomer" Gore at work.

Rather than taking a bow with traditional retirement, there’s a trend showing many baby boomers today are forging fulfilling encore careers with independent work. Today, there are five million boomer independents in the U.S., and it has never been easier for these senior professionals to design a second solo act, according to research by MBO Partners.

Facilitated by the rise of online “cloud” and mobile computing and social networking, boomers are easily able to leverage their intellectual and social capital to start solo businesses and earn continued income and professional kudos.

According to the survey, 59 percent of boomers chose to be independent and just 23 percent said job loss was a reason for selecting that path. The same report indicated that boomers enjoy independence because they like being challenged and motivated (61 percent), making an impact (56 percent) and being their own boss (60 percent). Further, for boomers, flexibility (79 percent) and doing what they like (77 percent) are more important than money.

A few words of caution …

Boomer independents should beware of the” golden leash” that tethers them to a former employer potentially hindering their growth and earning potential. It is easy to remain in your comfort zone and do what you were doing with your previous employer as an independent. When you work as a consultant for a former employer, there is a tendency to base your pay on your work-place salary rather than the market value of services you provide.

Click here for the whole story.
 

Peter Himler

Before there was Pandora, Spotify, Last FM or even my latest fave digital music service Songza, I had the good fortune to meet and potentially collaborate with legendary New York City disc jockey Pete Fornatale who has just sadly and suddenly passed away. It was late 2004 or early 2005, and I was fed up with the fact that the music from the seminal artists of my baby boomer’s youth was conspicuously absent from New York’s terrestrial (and satellite) airwaves.

Granted, one could still stumble upon the overplayed anthems of Zeppelin, The Who, or The Allman Bros. But gone completely were the timeless (deeper) cuts from music icons whose very names, when you read them here, will give you warm fuzzies: names like Bob Dylan, the Grateful Dead, James Taylor, The Moody Blues, Jethro Tull, Steely Dan, Stevie Wonder, Buffalo Springfield, Neil Young, Laura Nyro, The Who, Seals & Crofts, Fleetwood Mac, Joni Mitchell, Earth Wind &Fire, Simon & Garfunkel, Emerson Lake & Palmer, Elton John, Billy Joel, The Doors, Frank Zappa, David Bowie, The Allman Bros, Chicago, The Eagles, Jackson Browne, Van Morrison, The Beach Boys, The Band, Crosby Stills & Nash, or Genesis.

As a former college DJ, I decided that this sad state of music affairs could not stand. 78 million boomers were being denied. What’s more: those marketing to our increasingly media-splintered demographic were desperate to find ways to efficiently engage us, and in so doing capture our discretionary spending, which was estimated at $2 trillion. Purveyors of wares that included vanity and cholesterol-lowering drugs to luxury automobiles, financial services, and vacation resorts would sustain the envisioned model.

One evening on a whim, I dashed off an email to John Hogan, then the U.S. head of the broadcast behemoth Clear Channel, outlining a programming format that would resurrect these lost tracks and be channel-agnostic. At the time, broadband penetration was low, so it was terrestrial radio, web-streaming, podcasts, and satellite. To my surprise, he wrote me back right away:

“Thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts. As you might imagine we are always looking for ways to provide better content in our markets, especially New York City.”

He said he would forward my thoughts to the right people. But nothing resulted. Ialso wrote John Sykes, a friend of a friend who at the time headed Infinity Radio. John also graciously wrote me too:

“This is a dream station for me too, but it is very hard to reach a lot of peopleplaying less familiar album track from 30 years ago. You’ll get the cool crowd, but these stations in NYC need to reach millions of people. This would be agreat XM or Sirius channel… and I’d listen too! Now, why does TV suck so much too…”

Disc jockey Pete Fornatale.

I decided to take the concept a step further and hooked up with Peter Kauff, one of the pioneers behind the pathbreaking weekly syndicated radio show King Biscuit Flower Hour. Peter got it right away. We also both recognized the need for a name-recognizable disc jockey who knew this music genre like no one else. Idashed off a note describing the concept to Pete Fornatale, one of WNEW-FM’s legendary rock DJs, who now was spinning at Fordham’s WFUV-FM.

Pete instantly responded and agreed to meet. He was looking for a bigger stage to share this rich but lost treasure trove of music that ushered in an era anddefined a generation.

He came to my home and as we sat there reminiscing in my home-office, he was clearly fascinated, if not shocked, by the abundance of freely available music online.

Buoyed by all of this, I decided to take the concept a step further and created a PowerPoint presentation (yes I know) complete with graphics outlining the spending power of the target demographic and including embedded music tracks. Peter Kauff and I visited my friend and neighbor John McConnell who headed programming at ABC Radio. John also invited a colleague who, after hearing us out, opined that no one in California even knew who James Taylor was. Huh? John later added his thoughts:

“The concept of “deep cuts” has been tried a couple of times without much luck. WNEW did it in the mid 90′s…and did not do well. There is also a required level of familiarity necessary, in my opinion, to retain a high enough level of listening to attract advertising. If our business is predicated on a few people making notes in a diary then the goal is to find the largest niche possible in an ever shrinking environment. So…I don’t think it has enough legs in terrestrial radio, but perhaps in satellite radio. Just one guy’s thought.”

The three Petes stayed in touch for a while longer, but it was clear that these lost trackswould stay lost… for the immediate future. As for Pete Fornatale, his passion for the music and personal warmth will stay with me forever. A New York rock legend lost. Like much of the music he played.

[Click here to read Peter's article in Forbes.]

Peter Himler formed Flatiron Communications LLC in 2005 after years in senior media leadership positions at several highly respected global PR firms – including Hill & Knowlton, Burson-Marsteller and Edelman Worldwide. Flatiron helps established and emerging companies capitalize on the latest communications strategies.
 

Did you still have kids at home when American Idol was new on TV? Maybe it’s your grandchildren you watch it with now? Maybe you’re lucky enough to not watch it at all?!?

Marcia Barhydt

I have some good news for you, whether you love or hate American Idol or any of the new talent shows that are taking over our airwaves, like America’s Got Talent, Britain’s Got Talent, Upper Rubber Boot New Jersey’s Got Talent.

There’s a new show called Senior Star and yes, it’s for men and women over 65, the leading edge of the boomer generation. It’s a Canadian production and it’s produced in collaboration with a Canadian chain of high end retirement homes. In fact, this whole concept started in 2007 as one of their many initiatives for their own residents.

Unlike the Got Talent competitions which have extended to some really bizarre talents, Senior Star is for solo amateur musical contestants only — vocal or instrumental. There is no mention of whether a Kazoo qualifies or not.

The competitions are not live but rather are held in local venues due to the sheer number of people auditioning. For the 2011 competition, there were 140 competitors! I’m not sure if not having a live audience is a plus or a minus for them. Maybe I’m one of a small group of boomers who love seeing my name in lights, so I’d call it a minus. On the other hand, maybe it’s a plus for boomers who still deal with stage fright.

Who among us won’t confess to singing in the shower? Or in the car along with a favorite CD? I know that I sound supremely professional when I’m singing along with a full orchestra and the volume turned up really high. I’m full of vibrato and pitch and I excel at the nuances of lyrics and emotions. I’m not sure why I’m not the next Susan Boyle!

I believe that winners of American Idol receive a recording contract, something that might prove priceless in their lives. Senior Star is more modest; there is some payoff for the top three winners of the national competition — $5,000 for first place, $4,000 for second and $3,000 for third. I guess no recording studio has shown an interest in signing up 65-year-old virtuoso boomers and that’s really too bad because they’re missing out on a big bandwagon here.

Yes, there’s a bandwagon of talent, but more importantly there’s a big bandwagon of consumers. We are a force to be reckoned with and we want to listen to the music we grew up with. So if you’re in a position to supply us with that music — bonus for you. If you think this is a flash in the pan, then we’ll say goodbye to you and the horse you rode in on.

Now excuse me, I have to go. Tony Bennett is waiting for me in my car.

©2012 Marcia Barhydt
 

There have been three successful airfare increases this year, and “I wouldn’t be surprised to see at least a couple more airfare hike attempts before the summer season gets under way,” said Rick Seaney, co-founder of FareCompare.com.

Those cheap fares we’ve seen are going to be harder and harder to come by. Airline ticket prices are up an average of 10 percent this year over last year.

The summer vacation months, especially Memorial Day, July Fourth and Labor Day, are always incredibly popular travel times. And as travelers head into the summer vacation season, they’re facing a perfect storm leading to higher travel prices.

Read the full story … click here.
 

Carrier Slocomb

If you’re around a certain age and you find yourself feeling depleted, like your tank is on empty about your direction in life you should know that you’re not alone. Realize this: it’s not what you suspected – it’s not dementia. You can relax … sort of.

What’s good is that you’re making an honest confession. You admit you’re in a fog without a compass, and the GPS you rely on just won’t recalculate any more wrong turns. Don’t despair, because all you really need is an electrifying 60’s slogan to inspire youth in you again.
You need it because right now you are slogan depressed. You’ve been running without a reliable youthful guidance system for too many decades. Actually, it’s been ages since you felt led and comforted by a really meaningful Boomer slogan. Frankly, it’s beginning to show.

To be certain, take this test. Close your eyes, lean back, and put the sitar music on low. Have your spouse or trusted partner whisper, Make Love Not War over and over again in your ear. What image floods your brain; anything zippy? Does the slogan elevate your mood, speed your pulse, and inspire a dormant sense of righteousness? Do you feel like charging out immediately to change a bad world to good?

Then try Give Peace a Chance. Describe the Peter Max landscape that floats by as you skip through a daisy field of thumping greens and oozing yellows against a napalm sky. The old slogans still erupt with powerful effects. Can you see yourself as one in a long line of motley kids bringing a painful war to its bitter end?

When considering your position on a problem, are you either On the Bus or Off the Bus? The solution?

60’s slogans are myths radiating relevance — they bit off more than they could chew, but chew they did. Good ones inspired action. The world needed the hot blood of relevant youth if it was ever going to heal. World-aware 60’s slogans provided this, high ideals and ample hope from a demanding youth. You ever miss it?

I’m not even lying, but if we Boomers take this next slogan to heart, we could affect a mighty change with those who follow us. Love the One You’re With. Maybe then we’d set an example, and do some real trans-generational good by cutting down our out-of-control divorce rate.