A close reading of the harrowingly intimate Joni Mitchell masterpiece, ‘Blue’.

When they say ‘The voice is the only instrument made by God’, they’re thinking of Margareta Bengston of The Real Group singing Bill Evans’ ‘Waltz for Debby’. Four minutes in heaven.

Taken by the corona virus at 92, a great musician, a paragon of integrity, a role model. Rest peaceful-lee.

Remember innocent optimism? The Beatles, 1965, the coolest humans ever born, making the finest music of our times.

I knew that if I lived long enough, someday this would make sense.
Happy Plague, everyone.

Quarantined? Put on your red dress, baby.
Paralysed by existential angst? Take a lesson from Robert Higginbotham.

This is the way the world the world ends, this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang, but with Jeff babbling about the demigods playing ping-pong.
Wishing all of us, everywhere, health and peace of mind.

James Taylor: “When you’re 20, you’ve just been issued the equipment you’re going to be using for a whole lifetime—the body, the mind, the skills, the talents, the appetites…” It’s also when you face the awful truth about this life: Something’s Wrong.