I think maybe my musical juices are flowing again. It started when Luciana Souza sent me a CD-R of the rough mix of her next album, a beautiful song cycle on poems by Pablo Neruda. Then I read a Wall Street Journal piece about a new bluegrass CD, Del McCoury’s It’s Just the Night, which was so interesting that I went right out and bought the album. (I’m a great fan of McCoury’s.) That broke the logjam. Now I’m listening to Fats Waller’s “Baby Brown” on my iBook, soon to be followed by Elgar’s Cockaigne. After that, who knows?
Where there is sound, there is hope.
P.S. The Elgar was way cool. I believe I’ll write a piece about him for Commentary.