It saddens me to observe how tribal and exclusionary even well-educated people, who loudly proclaim they are inclusive, are. I used to try to change that, I used to have good faith they mean what they say. I find the older I get the quicker I just shrug and keep my own counsel and go my own way after giving it a chance. No use describing color to the willfully blind, or trying to sing harmony to the tone-deaf.

Awesome Beethoven piano concert by John O'Conor Monday night, made sweeter by being shared with my darling, Jim Dalton. At the Boston Conservatory ... our home and a shining example for the world that "Without music, life would be a mistake.”

(the renovated hall is WONDERFUL, can't wait to sing in it this spring during our own annual concert).

Uh oh. Jim Dalton came home and surprised me dancing to a Journey song. True love is when he smiled and kisses me anyway (grin). I am not known for my dancing.



Yesterday was enjoying various wonderful traditional mainstream classical selections followed by Emerson Lake & Palmer, Led Zepplin, Aerosmith...with dollops in between from Kronos Quartet and The Section Quartet ... I had a mosaic-y listening afternoon fer-shure.

Fall-of-the-leaf time. In love. Working in my office after a bit of gardening with the door open, breezes in the trees outside, Dvorak Serenade Op 22 counterpoint to the chirps and songs of birds, the sun spilling gold through greens-and-browns-and reds..

Sometimes I wonder....

Sometimes I wonder if having a strong and robust ethical code in this ethically-vacillating and relentlessly narcissistic world will eventually mean I'll need to find a nice mountaintop (overlooking the sea, I hope) to which I may retreat...making music to the rhythm of the sea-waves and painting the color of the whispering wind.

asongbird's double life

Working on two books at once just now and writing songs again in between...

Off to discuss "Zealot" at our nonfiction book club soon. Interesting book, very well-written, but not really anything new. The theories he presents are old ones. Several books on our shelves basically say the same thing. Going to pick up his mentors' books after this.