Rapier's Wit

I'm so grateful for the influence my parents had on me musically. You're all aware how my heart is deeply rooted in the '80s and all the cultural impact of that decade and the early '70s with Michael Jackson, Donny Osmond, The Beatles etc... What I have touched very little on is how my parents' generation of music played a huge part in the early years of wee little Rissy. My mother had records of Tommy Dorsey and his orchestra, Perry Como. Crooners, if you will. While I don't believe her to have been a big fan of Sinatra, I think I remember a Dean Martin record tucked away in the stacks. One of my favorite movie soundtracks is from When Harry Met Sally . Harry Connick Jr channels the masters of swing. Additionally, My Best Friend's Wedding contains great covers by Ani DeFranco and Jann Arden. But my favorite of all? A song done by the king himself: Tony Bennett. He's the captain of cool. The muchacho of machismo. The man can croon, good golly....

Sing it, Natasha.

Just an old fashioned love song Playing on the radio And wrapped around the music is the sound of someone promising they'll never go. You'll swear you've heard it before As it slowly rambles on and on. No need in bringing em back Cause they've never really gone When I read the last phrase I ask if it's the songs or the lovers who've really never gone. Considering my own situation, I let the latter theory apply. Although, I think our friends of Three Dog Night are telling us love songs never having departed. The beauty of music is that we can interpret it in whatever fashion we choose. Not unlike an abstract piece of art; music lets us decide how it suits our emotional needs. Blue Eyes called me last night. I wish that I could blame his Riss Radar, but this was my unintentional fault. Along with my sister, I am joining the Relay for Life walk for the American Cancer Association. The event is not until June, but I wanted to alert friends and family of my affili...