It's midnight in Atlanta. I'm sitting in the "living room" at a mixing studio, which consists of a table with three chairs...

“We can never be born enough. We are human beings; for whom birth is a supremely welcome mystery, the mystery of growing: the mystery which ...

Can I make an observation? Doing what you love - "following your bliss" - is a totally insane, preposterous and irrational thing t...

Well, it's happened again. I've written a complete batch of shiny new songs, and I'm ready to make an album. I am more excited t...

I just spent an afternoon on the levee in the Holy Cross neighborhood of New Orleans, watching the brown Mississippi lap the tops of willow ...

Louis Armstrong and Oscar Peterson - "You Go to My Head" - October 1957

My favorite favorite book, if I had to pick one, is called "Finite and Infinite Games". In the opening pages, the author James P. ...