And In The End During the last notes and through clouds of powder, thick, glossy lipsticklines, eyelashes and hairdoings, I found a tiny moment to flick a few keys on the old baby grand here in the tiny theatre. The final performance of our Beatle show,

Submarine Days Yes it is, people, we had opening night yesterday and it was a lot of fun! Two more to go and it's another six weeks of arranging, rehearsing, preparing, photoshopping, designing, dressing, playing, transposing, re-harmonizing, editing, goo

This Is How I Feel Today

With Every Beat I Tow The Line

Tiny Reflections

I Should Be Going I should be going I should be gone It's been another year We've shed too many tears To carry on I should be going I must be strong I'm sorry, but my dear It's time to get it clear Where I belong Everything is wonderful And love will

La Musique Qui Fait Wow! Today, dear listeners and readers, we took our little family all the way to Hilversum (broadcasting capital of the Netherlands) to watch the concert by Tom Beek and Mike Boddé. It took place in a little church called The Old Cat

The Little Niches Of My Life

Up The Creek Twenty-five bucks. The pale red-pink-ish sheet of paper, with the picture of the dutch composer Jan Pietersz Sweelinck seemed to have appeared magically out of the tube of Smarties which had lain there in the gutter near the sweetshop all th

Lest We Forget The tumult and the shouting dies— The Captains and the Kings depart— Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, A humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! From Recessional, by Rudyard