A Little Madness

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So I read the book. Then I listened to all of the music. Then I looked up all of the social media places. Maybe that’s not the correct order for everything, but anyway. This is a tough book to categorize. It’s not for mainstream reading, but it certainly is a Read. It’s not going to appeal to everyone but it appeals to so much: music, madness, obsession, abuse, determination beyond imagining. I give it an A. But and then, you must read portions inside before the purchase. It’s not something you’d give as a present to everyone. But a present it is.

The Olds

AKA The New Olds—Stacey Kent

So it seems I might have a new category. Or at least a subcategory. Once again the lovely discovery of someone others have known for years. It this case, at least 30. Stacey Kent and the gift of the rabbit-hole seeker. Sometimes we don’t even recall where we started or the purpose of the original hunt. But we end (is there ever one? or is it only another stopping off place?]) with the jazz singer, the lovely chanteuse, or ‘the little French song.’

And then Leonard left us too

It’s still too tough to talk about this, or it’s just too late at night, or it won’t change anything anyway. All right for now.