Personal stories about my life and memories.

I got up this morning and decided to watch the Miles Davis interview that was featured on 60 Minutes in 1990. I remembered watching it when I was much younger and today just seemed like a Miles kind of day to me–whatever that means.
Here’s a Miles Davis performance of “Tutu” with Marcus Miller, David [...]

When I was little this was one of my top rollerskating songs. I loved everything on the Live At Birdland album.
This performance was recorded in 1963. Enjoy!

I remember going to a used record store with my father when I was ten. I’d been to many record stores before, but none were quite like this one. There were just so many records stuffed into a small unorganized space. I looked through boxes and boxes of record while my father talked and laughed [...]

When I was little I used to watch the Jackson Five cartoon. I asked my husband if he knew about it because he likes The Jackson Five also. He said he’d never heard of it. How could you call yourself a Jackson Five fan if you’ve never seen the cartoon? So here is the opening [...]

I found the Alfie cassette in my father’s moldy smelling cassette bag that he kept under the television. I listened to it constantly alone in my room. Sometimes I’d even pretend to play along even though at the time I didn’t play any instrument.
I especially liked Alfie’s Theme. I also wondered who Alfie was. I [...]

“Give me the token,” she said as we pulled up to the toll both. “I can get it in the basket from here.” She beamed with excitement as she rolled down the passenger side window. She took the token from me, undid her seat belt and started climbing out the window.
“What are you doing?” I [...]

When I was little I thought this was the jam. My father had a recording of it and I used to listen to it all the time. I especially liked the ending. I remember re-winding the tape so that I could hear Summertime over and over again until it snapped. I don’t think my [...]

I remember making the drive several times a year from Vermont to my parents’ house in New Jersey. Long drives like that are most tedious when you’re alone. I’d stop as little as possible, desperate to make good time. I’d ignore the numbness of my butt and try my best not to be hypnotized by [...]

The accordion lay in the middle of the living room floor for days. The strap broken now. The words Jesus Saves in sparkly letters across the front.
He’d pick it up and play daily. A thin brown belt looped over his shoulder replacing the accordion’s strap. “I don’t play accordion,” he’d say. And I’d wonder how [...]

When I was in my late teens, I went with my father to see Keith Jarrett at Carnegie Hall. A friend of his had gotten some tickets to the concert and we went with him. We sat in the balcony. Once Keith Jarrett came out on stage my father’s friend got up and left to [...]