Honestly, I don’t have anything to write about tonight. It’s the end of a weekend, Tracey and I watched Master and Commander: The Far Side Of The World (one of my all-time fave flicks), and the prospect of the kind of work week that’s ahead just makes me want to hurl, curl up inside of a bottle of Cuervo 1800, or hide under a pillow. Last week at this time I was in Las Vegas and talking to pretty girls who didn’t care that I was all of 55 and washed up. This week I’m reduced to a working stiff who can’t even figure out how to get my 2007 Outlook working in Office 2010 under Windows 7.

But 99.8% of the people on this planet have it worse than I do, so who am I to complain?

Oh well. This is music that soothes the savage beast within me – that is, as long as it isn’t eminating from some National Public Radio station being supported by my tax dollars. I’m way beyond that.

Well? Stephen…The bird’s flightless?”

“Yes”

“It’s not going anywhere”.

I know how that bird feels.

BTW, Boccherini is the best. My ears can pick his work out from a mile away. He was obviously a lover of the cello, as am I. Want a contemporary use of the cello? Check this out. Love those triplets!