I love doing this. Having been a big fish in a little music/drama pond in high school hundreds of years ago, I thought I would go on to a professional career in performing and then....life happened....I didn't....I had to make a living....not my talent.. Through the years, I sang to myself, but for the most part didn't share it. (Mr. Tanner in Harry Chapin's song) Then, at my father's memorial, on the spur of the moment, I got the idea of singing Tavern In the Town....(fare thee well for I must leave thee, do not let the parting grieve thee, and remember that the best of friends must part...must part...) not a traditional mourning song obviously, but I sang it in a slow and mournful way. As much as i was distraught about my father, I was reminded of the thrill of having an audience rooting for me.
Since then, I moved from Boston to rural upstate NY (The background pic is really where I live) to be my mother's caretaker as she travels the road that Alzheimer's takes her. It ain't just bumpy on that road...things jump out at you that you didn't even know existed....so how could you have prepared?
I have no illusions about my talents. If, once every so often, I eek out something good, then I am pleased. I am terribly grateful to all of you for your kind attention and encouragement.