“ . . . that musty, small-town video shop set up in the dining room of an old house where someone was likely murdered.”
Life and The Bee Gees
Sometimes a song starts as a chord that a guitar player can’t shake, or a phrase that a songwriter finds profound.
My Grandfather's Chair
This chair belonged to my grandfather.
Here’s to (the next few moments of) 2020!
I know this falls well short of being a profound statement, but this is a strange time of the year.