Tears Dry On Their Own. Godspeed Amy.

When she on, she was pitch perfect. Like Frank Sinatra, she had an uncanny ability to push the beat with her phrasing. With simple and sly changes in the lyric she could move the band at her control. A real talent.

We lost her too soon. This is my favorite Amy Winehouse song.


Let Us Begin Again

The good thing about life is that you can always begin again. I had a friend once tell me “it’s never too late to have a happy childhood.” That’s not really where I’m going but I love the sentiment.

I’m firmly committed to keeping this blog current even if it broadcasts to audience of one. I feel grateful to have been granted some form of what I feel to be a clear perspective in what’s going on in the world that’s surrounding me. Why not share it? Or at least rif on it if it’s feels right. It’s never too late to begin again.