In the dark of night, the tombstone was rolled away, and death was no more . . .
An image (color enhanced) of Jupiter, captured by the space craft Juno.
Dearest Songbird, Please forgive me for causing you to leave. You brought me much joy the first time I heard your voice, and I have heard you… Read more “My Songbird”
It is not easy, but I’m back for ten minutes. I have no access to my phone or my Mac, but you are worth it. Shabbat Shalom… Read more “Tota pulchra es.”
Life/Death New Life/No Death Capon, not Al, writes that “. . . far from being bad news, that inevitability of death turns out to be the best… Read more “On the Edge”
Here is an open invitation to my place of recline and frequent residence, i.e. my apartment, every Wednesday evening at 7:00 and into the night as deemed… Read more “Wednesdays, Ever.”
Howard Hanson’s “Romantic” Opus 30 is that. Sweeping, epic, tender, so sweet, and triumphant! It is a rarity to hear it all to the end as it… Read more “Romantic Symphony”
The music of late, is timely and beyond it. Even before The Festival of Carols there were snatches of Debussy here and sweeping swatches of Rachmaninoff all… Read more “I think we almost have it covered.”