Jazz

I won’t tell you the artists I love best. If you’ve read my blog for long enough you know why.

Jazz to me is a safe place mentally. It’s music I listen to when I don’t want to be bothered by the ugliness of our fallen human nature. It’s music I listen to when I don’t want to be reminded of how badly some people understand a great many things. It’s music I listen to when I want to feel hopeful.

That being said, have you heard of Jelly Roll Morton? His work and life is so…untouchable I’m not too worried about sharing his name. Listen to Jelly Roll Morton to get to the heart of jazz.

Sure his music was played at brothels in the 1920’s. But that’s the sort of raw jazz he created and part of what makes him so great as an artist. He was real. He was troubled. He was…brilliant. Give him a listen if you haven’t already.

Welcome

Years ago when I started this blog I intended it as an online thought-space to analyze perfume and process my feelings as my family prepared to be ex-patriots living in the UK. We never did leave the US, although we did move twice and I did write hundreds of posts about perfume.

I’m restarting this blog. I’ll review my current perfume collection bottle by bottle on occasion. And, I’ll certainly share my thoughts. We may still even live in the UK or Dublin for half a year or so in the not so distant future. We’ll see.

I’m still working on my writing. If I publish anything I’ll let you know in a post. One of my cousins published a work of science fiction in the last couple of years and I feel encouraged to push myself to finish my novel sooner than later. Time goes by very quickly, doesn’t it?

Well, that’s all I suppose. It’s been a rough last year for the whole world, of course, and that’s putting it mildly. Please take care.

Best.