Entrancer's High

Have the house to myself. Practiced piano for hours today, then did some research on Bill Evan's/A-B voicings and discovered they are one and the same. Read up on Bill Evans, things I never knew about him. The man lived every day like a poet, but died at 51, how young. Did some more research on modes of the melodic minor. Who knew the Internet held this bounty? Bought a copy of Eliane Elias Nightimer on iTunes to practice for a studio session I've been hired for. Phoned my mom, duty done, then Daddy called to talk journalism, such fun. Perusing my iTunes came across Pornographer's Dream, a recent song by Suzanne Vega. "Why do I love it?" I asked myself when I bought it after reading her blog on songwriting. Because unlike some of her folky tunes it mixes Brazilian syncopation and complex melody lines with a classic American hook, and very Vega lyrics. Started dancing in front of the mirror to her effortless fluted voice and began imagining that perhaps someday like Ray Bolger I'd be known for my own outsider style of dancing. And perhaps everything that I have ever wanted, to be a good pianist and to be a dancer, was in my reach, despite the misspent decades. I could touch the dream, or at least dance around it, so I thought I'd capture the moment. Here it is.