Since my First Quarter Note I have diligently, doggedly, at times reluctantly, maintained a rigorous schedule of listening to a new album of music each week. There have been difficult dry spells when I felt burned out (See Weeks 17-19) and times of glorious abundance when I had the world on a string (See Week … Continue reading 2017: Second Quarter Note
"I ran right through the front door Like a hobo sailor does, But it was just a funeral parlor, And the man asked me who I was. "I repeated that my friends Were all in jail, with a sigh. He gave me his card. He said, 'Call me if they die.' "