I used to sit and sigh Watching life pass me by Unfit for the role I played Unhappy with the words I’d say I used to be a puppet on a string Pulled into all sorts of crazy things ‘Til I walked right out of that frame Stopped playing that losing game Chorus: Now I’m flying high The view from here is open sky My dreams have never been so wide I’m…flying high It’s not easy to let go But if you don’t you’ll never know All the things...
Jazz is such a large umbrella term for music. You can find the French gypsy style of Django Reinhardt, the New Orleans trumpet, melodic jazz guitar, meditative midnight sax, and even the club pumping style of Electro Swing. One of the well established sub genres of jazz is Brazilian jazz, and bossa nova in particular. "The Girl From Ipanema" is probably the most well known song from this tradition. When I was...
When my time to go comes I’ll miss the rain That falls fragrant on the earth And greens it again I’ll miss the way spring Makes everything new But I don’t know how to say Goodbye to you When my time to go comes I’ll miss the blue Of cold mountain shoulders And fields full of dew I’ll miss the moonlight And star dappled skies But I don’t know how To leave you behind When my time to go comes I’ll say goodbye To lilac colored mornings And orange evening skies But there is...
I have notebooks everywhere. There is one I carry in my bag as I am out doing my errands. Another sits on my work desk. Still others lurk on the shelves of another room, and there is one beside my bed. Why all this paper in the digital age? It's partly habit. I kept a diary for years. Something about the pen moving across paper, kept in a beautiful binding, was very attractive to me. I...