Roberta Flack passed away yesterday. There are so many of her songs I could post, but these four came right to mind.

Not again? Yes, again! I have an early concert so I don’t have enough time to finish Coffee today.

This is our first January concert and the first time playing our new book, the name game, to an audience. We practiced it once, and I played it again during my lesson. Some songs are old, ones we’ve played before, which makes the book a bit easier to play. My only complaint about the book is I’ll Take You Home Again Kathleen isn’t one of the songs. It would have been a hit!

Joan Baez is 84 today so she is all of Coffee today. Enjoy! Thanks, Birgit, for reminding me.

Today I am on hiatus, a really brief hiatus. Because I posted on Wednesday, my usual day off, I am calling today Wednesday, just for this week. I’ll be back tomorrow!

The old years are tied to the new years. They carry forward pictures, memories and, most of all, music. The albums from which these songs came were with me in Ghana. They are bright in my memory drawers. They are deserted island music, heart music. They were cassettes which didn’t handle humidity well. I’d have to bang them against a table or rewind by hand with my Bic pen, but they lasted. I listened just about every night. I never tire of these albums, of these songs.

I have a morning concert then another in the afternoon. I will try to write in between or at least post some music.

Talk to you then!

Today I am taking a hiatus. My sloth days, while wonderful and restful, have put me behind my time, as Bob Cratchit said on the day after Christmas. My house has so many cobwebs that walking around at night is perilous. I have seen all the spider movies. Science fiction? Maybe! How about that Tarantula! My to-do list looks like Santa’s naughty list, long and horrific. My errand list has me all over a few different towns, actually villages. I made a list. Today is also my only open day. Starting with practice tonight, I have uke every day for the rest of the week. I’m talking a lesson and four concerts; hence, my hiatus.

I’ll be back on Thursday, less harried and feeling somewhat accomplished.

Happy 92nd birthday to Petula Clark.

Who lived from September 21, 1934 until November 7, 2016. Today we remember.