Happy New Year?

It is 4 a.m. New Year’s Day.  

A new year? Well, that’s what they tell us.  Somehow even in my advancing age, I feel more tied to the school year. Those last weeks of summer actually feel more like the end of the year to me, and September somehow seems like the start of the new year’s problems.  

But- a new year begins, even if it doesn’t quite feel like it. I’m not one for resolutions really. That just feels like desperate wish making to me. And while I may be desperate, I certainly don’t believe in wishes. 

What I do believe in is the work. Try to write more, try to play more. This is what I would wish for… if I was the type to make wishes.  

It’s cold, and I feel old. I try to be bold. 

Best wishes for  2018, 




Now I'm finally gonna get round to fixing this old mic...

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