This week I have escaped to a cold empty beach on the border of Alabama and Mississippi. I walked down to the beach this evening and not only did I fail to pass a single soul on the walk to the ocean, but I couldn’t see even a flashlight bobbing on the beach in either direction. The absolute quiet and remoteness of this place has a very serious presence that is almost a companion in itself. Creepy sounding? Maybe a bit.
Adieu False Heart is a traditional parlour song that was written in the late 1800’s with an assumed southern/creole influence. Adieu got a minor (as in key) remake in 2006 on the eponymous album by Linda Ronstadt and Ann Savoy. I have had it stuck in my head on and off for about a year now and it is the perfect music for a cold, dark night in the southern states. Here is a (cell phone) recording of me singing it this evening. With a little ocean thrown in at the end.
Once upon a time, there was a small, lonely tornado. Tornadoes, as a rule, were generally not very social. They mostly kept to themselves – only very occasionally would you see one spending quality time with another. And, for the most part, the tornadoes were fine with this. Except for one. He was lonely. He
I recorded “Reset” last April on a cruise I took to the Bahamas by myself. It was one of the stranger experiences of my life. I guess I’ve been out of the school game so long that I didn’t realize that April is not only spring break, but that Carnival cruise line is a popular