But Only For Me

I decided I’d have to write it more like Ahmad Jamal plays piano. The Ahmad Jamal record I know best is called But Not For Me, and that’s a funny title because his playing feels strictly for him. He’s playing music the way he wants to hear it; he’s not concerned with communicating a song … Continue reading But Only For Me →

Dilapidations of Time

Lately I’m spending more and more time with objects from my family’s past. I have some beauties: my great grandpa’s razors, his money clip, his pipe collection, his Navy sea bag from WWI. I have a sleeve of shuttlecocks of unknown provenance, but certainly from my family, probably from Aunt Arleen, the amateur champion golfer … Continue reading Dilapidations of Time →