We buried Becca yesterday, but she’s still singing. With a glint in her eye. She’s singing those bye bye baby blues.

How would Donald Trump react to Randy Newman’s ‘Sail Away’, in which a slavemaster gives a pep talk to his African charges setting off in chains on a cruise to the Promised Land?

I can’t think of a single reason why Brazilian/American jazz/bossanova pianist/singer Eliane Elias isn’t a household name – she is a serious musician, outstandingly talented, commercially appealing, and uncommonly pleasing to look at.

The incomparably talented 18-year old Stevie Winwood; the dark, mysterious ‘I’m A Man’. If I had a ringtone, this would be it.

I first learned the song ‘Gonna Get Along Without You Now’ when I was knee-high to a lawn-mower, and I still hum it on occasion. Patience and Prudence McIntyre were 12 and 9 when they recorded it in 1956. Today they’d probably be renamed Sistas Lust and Greed.

Joni, skating on thin ice, on a river so long that our own feet can fly us away from this troubled world.
Peace on earth, goodwill towards men and women, everyone.

What happens when three of the finest singers of our times get together to record a pop paean to pimply passion?

Children – anyone under thirty – should be seen, not heard. It’s unreasonable that Newgrass whippersnappers as young as Nickel Creek should absorb entire traditions, from bluegrass to country rock, and forge a mature, refined, sophisticated style all their own. And they’re just the tip of the ice cream cone.