Lizzo Sings Bitch
We’ve granted so many notables the grace of time and second chances and benefits of doubts. Some disappoint us. Some don’t. I’m going to give her space.
30 Greatest Living American Songwriters
How does your list compare with these seasoned critics who were obviously trying to please editors who wanted to include all genres and generations, and keep us talking about it? It obviously worked.
Happy Hour
I can’t figure out why our check was close to $400. How did that happen? This is Happy Hour! Too many mini martinis. And I guess those oysters add up. Yeesh. Still, this is New York. Can’t kill my happy. 😎
I Got a Ticket To Paul 🎸
I’m a firm believer that if you really want something, tell the universe. Tell everyone. Something or someone will hear you. 🎸
Man On The Run
“You strum a chord and then you kind of see where it leads you. Like breadcrumbs, memories, even regrets, or even the future. If you’ve got some sort of problems, you work them out in the song. It’s really the ultimate therapy I think.”
Starry Starry Night
I have to wonder… do people value music made by humans more now, because so much of what we hear isn’t? The storytelling – the Bluebird, of it all. We’ve always loved live music, but is it becoming even more cherished as it becomes a rarer and rarer commodity?
Something Funny Happened at The Cutting Room
I’m inclined to make a mistake I never made before. What will it be today? Who knows. But it WILL happen. I decide that when it does I’ll blame it on my pic. Or my capo. 😳
The Blizzard
As soon as the cold air hits my face I’m smiling wider than the happiest emoji. There are bundled up men on bicycles delivering pizza, food trucks selling tacos. People are carrying their dogs. Life is going on big time. This is NYC. 🍸🍸🍸☃️☃️☃️
I Survived Grammy Week
I was offered a ticket. But the idea of putting on another night of make-up after all the parties – my face would have fallen off. So I made pasta and DVR’d it. And ate a whole pint of Haagen-Dazs out of the tub. 😳
Meet The Hubby
It felt fitting to ring in the new year by introducing you to a human who plays a starring role in my life and is so often mentioned in this space: my husband, Adam.
Palm Springs
I believe we have to speak up and tell the Universe what we want. That doesn’t guarantee we’ll receive it, but if we never ask, the chances are even slimmer.
Olivia Dean
Ok, so ”Man I Need” is not “Man In The Mirror,” but it’s delightful, no? It’s not trying to bedazzle me with substance-free wordplay. It’s a good-old fashioned ear-worm. ❤️🔥
Barbra’s Book
Surely Barbra was given a rare gift at birth AND the favorable anatomical equipment with which to deliver that gift. But it takes more than that. It takes vision. Follow through. It takes Alchemy and the belief in the idea that “thought is stronger than matter and if you can imagine something it can be so.” ♥️🌹
High School Reunion
My life is very fluid and creatively fertile. I pray it continues because it makes me feel deceptively ageless. But I’m not. This I know. Life is like musical chairs. One day the music stops and there might not be a chair for you. I don’t mean to sound morbid, I’m just … well ... reunions. ❤️💛
It’s Wifey-Time Again!
This year (after some resistance) Suzan and I used a bit of ChatGPT to plan our journey. It proved to be a helpful tool but no surprise, it didn’t take the place of good old fashioned human guidance or instinct. He’s merely compiling and consolidating all the opinions of everyone on the whole wide web. So, maybe no Christmas bonus but we weren’t going to fire him either. ☀️🌊 🏰
