all about the music…
This has been my mantra for the last month or so. In fact, it’s been the consistent thread running through my life. I first realized it on a plane at 35,000 over the mid-Atlantic states. The hum of the engine, an entire row to myself and my iPod. I only put my “gotta hear” songs on the tiny device. Somewhere half way to Baltimore REM’s “Nightswimming” came on, something about the peace and quiet mixed with the rolling piano riff and…
