I am in a certain mood right now that defies exact transcription into words. Surely you’ve been in those moods before–everyone has, if they’ve cared enough to notice. Perhaps I could define the parameters of that mood by listing some of the songs I’ve been listening to this early morning, this not altogether-unpleasant warm and humid DC early morning. For instance, on the lighter side I’ve been listening to Oscar Peterson, in his Big 4 incarnation (“You Look Good to Me”) and supporting the “Montreux Kings”–Eldridge, Gillespie, Terry–trio of horns (“(There Is) No Greater Love”). Charles Mingus (“II B.S.”) has verve but also a dark foreboding to it, something menacing that feels right right about now. Nick Drake and Elliot Smith. I haven’t decided on my old standby, Van Morrison. It doesn’t seem like a Van Morrison type of morning.
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I have been incredibly fortunate. I think that this could be assumed just by the very fact that I even have a wine blog. At the same time, it is a truth of life that there are struggles, disappointments, and tragedies.
