The old songs very often had introductions that went by the wayside when jazz standards became de rigeur. It’s a shame because they give context and contrast to the song. Yesterday a friend sang me After You’ve Gone (written in 1918) with the preamble and it made me smile. It’s now on my
I partook in a crêpe-off on Tuesday with Rob, my bass player and fellow food lover. I made my French recipe, he made his Hungarian one and we taste tested with an array of toppings. They were both good. The French a little richer, the Hungarian lighter. Now I have two recipes to
A walk beneath the trees by the creek is a fine way to smooth the transition from day to evening, especially in the company of a friend. There’s something about walking and talking that makes the conversation more honest and open and rewarding. I took the photo on my way home, hence only
A list of tiny pleasures all rolled into one afternoon: sunshine, friends, gin, interesting work chat, native botanicals, sitting on the platform of the old goods shed (which is now Itinerant Spirits, who make excellent drinks, served with a smile). It all feels a bit like summer.
I read this beautiful Mary Oliver poem on the back of the toilet door at a friend’s place today. It was such a lovely pause in the middle of an excellent conversation. Like a beautiful vista glimpsed through the window of a gorgeous room.
SUMMER STORY – Mary Oliver
The dregs of a dark beer on a winter afternoon. A sign of time well spent in conversation and contemplation.
Silly hat hair will never not be funny. Especially on a man who likes cockatoos.
ink sketch of man waiting at train station
Yesterday’s image got me thinking about letters – the real ones, written on paper, folded into an envelope, arriving in the mailbox out the front – and what a joy it is to send and receive them. In my first week in my new house a little postcard arrived in the mail from
That’s you! You make me happy! It’s always a pleasure to play for the diverse mix of people who come to my gigs (and this all applies to you too, the people who read my blog). Tonight was no exception – from the jolly group of birthday party women, to the regular attendees
