God Bless the Child who’s got his own. Mm. I think I might have made Lady Day proud with the recording we laid down last night of her signature song. It was like a dream. One take; nailed it. After the radio silence, the saxophone player from Boston looked at me through the studio glass […]
Tag: Whole-wheat French bread
Pain Complet Aux Currant
If the soul has a smell, it is the smell of old books, and possibly wheat bread. The Divine Comedy of Dante offers me its soul smell this morning. I have been remiss, I realize, in not sharing much poetry during April—the National Month of Poetry! I turned to the Purgatorio, level: Gluttony, to find […]