When I’m in the zone – or under a spell…writing a song, or hovering over my computer determined to find a more accurate adjective or physical gesture for my novel, I don’t hear it! I don’t hear Adam call my name either. I don’t see my texts. I don’t feel hunger. It’s not that the hiss isn’t there. It’s just that I’m doing something I like more than I hate the hiss. 😳

The other day my friend Brad told me he gets exhausted from just READING my blogs. He said he worked for so many years and when he stopped having fun he stopped working. I hear that. It’s just that I’m still having fun. 🐠

In a country that’s so divided, where road rage is rampant, where politics have cultivated a culture of bullying and me-firsting, you are an oasis – an equal opportunity planet full of peace, love and understanding. 💙

Last week, I was taking the curves on Mulholland, top down, beautiful LA day, listening to my celebrity hall pass, John Mayer (on his Sirius channel) intro the new Stones single, “In The Stars.” I was kinda like, Uh oh. It’s gonna be bad. Because, idk… they’re 80? Can they still?

It was all about the song for him. Not how edgy you looked or how you sang the demo yourself (cause hardly anyone did). You could’ve dressed like a lumberjack or looked a junkie. If he liked your song you were golden.

Songs are here today gone tomorrow. How often does a songwriter actually get to thank an artist for reclaiming their song thirty years after it was written? For giving it a second life? For introducing it to a whole new generation?

Cafe Luxembourg has this salad that’s insane. It’s the one with the frisée and the perfectly poached egg on top. It better still be on the menu. I’ve been dreaming about it for weeks. For real. I chase food.

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.

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.

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’m a firm believer that if you really want something, tell the universe. Tell everyone.  Something or someone will hear you. 🎸

“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.”

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?

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. 😳

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. 🍸🍸🍸☃️☃️☃️

When I moved to LA in the 90’s I reached out to Billy Steinberg. It was a ballsy move. I never thought he’d welcome me into his world. But he did.

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. 😳

What do I know? I still listen to “Brandy … you’re a fine girl.” And, to be fair to ME, John Mayer. I mean it doesn’t get better than “It Shouldn’t Matter But it Does.” You know why? Lyrics. But that’s me. And I’m old.

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.