One night — cold, windy, the kind of night Chicago hands you without apology — our phone rang. His friend said something that felt both impossible and totally believable in that downtown melting pot.
“Get down to Buddy Guy’s Legends right now. We’re playing pool with Buddy and Eric Clapton.”
GE Smith: A Lifetime of Grit, Strings, and American Music… Finally Meets Carnegie Hall
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Music News
Phoenix, Arizona
November 30, 2025
November
On November 24, 2025, at the United Center in Chicago, Paul McCartney showed everyone in the building exactly why he’s lasted more than sixty years at the top of music. It wasn’t his voice. It wasn’t the band. It wasn’t even the songs.
It was his grace.
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Good Life News
November 26, 2025
Thanksgiving Reflections from Phoenix
Thanksgiving has always been a day built around appreciation. People argue about
The Birth of a Poem
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Story: The Birth of a Poem
November 25, 2025
It’s a perfect Phoenix afternoon. 3 p.
Act One: The Language of My Mind
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Poetry: The Symphony of Me
Act One: The Language of My Mind
November 25, 2025
The first time I heard “Messy”,
it was already familiar—
like a song from another time,
a lost track spinning in a dim-lit bar,
something European, maybe new wave,
or a voice from a vinyl left out in the rain,
its sound warped but perfect.
What Do You Do When You Get a Wrong-Number Text?
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Good Life Column
November 22, 2025
We’ve all gotten them —
those
The Mountain That Waited for Me
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Poetry
November 22, 2025
Daisy stopped to pee
on a beat-up utility box,
and that pause
The Soft Miracle in the Quiet House
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Good Life Column
November 20, 2025
Today started like nothing special. A cool desert morning,
Beneath the Ancient Oak
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Poetry
November 20, 2025
I sat beneath the ancient oak
on a day so bright it felt borrowed.
