Y'know, if you asked me abaht it, I'd have to say this: it's, kind of like a lwoong lwoong time from May to Decembah, whic...

This is, or will be, my last word on September Song, I hope. It's now wearing a bit thin now after I was hoodwinked yesterday into ...

As so often happens, a hunt for a decent version of Kurt Weill's September Song turned into something quite else. I kept playing ...

I've always loved this song since I heard Walter Brennan sing it eons ago. I love how the crowd hoots and hollers their approval. I...

    Just this. . . the merest hint of something I'm working on now. I haven't forgotten you, Harold! I've just been in ...

I admit I tend to harp on one subject until I can't stand it any more. It's part of my relentless nature and necessary for surv...

It wasn’t much of a day. She wasn’t even sure it was a day at all, since they had really cancelled days quite a long time ago and ma...

  ( Blogger's note. I did not write this. I swear. Yes, I know I have a morbid imagination and, yes, a melancholy turn of min...