Sunday, May 20, 2012


How wonderful is it to have adult children who turn you on to new things? Very wonderful. Tonight Nelson introduced me to Balkan Beat Box, on Pandora. Great stuff. We had dinner listening to this. Make this one very happy mama!

I turned him on to Mulatu Estatque, an Ethiopian jazz musician. I played this for him on my iPod:

But here's the funny thing: I was in my local coffee shop — Cafe Lladro — yesterday afternoon, making great strides on my manuscript, when I heard this piece, and rushed to ask Jacob, the barista, what it was. He  told me to wait just a moment, and he'd check. Meanwhile, I got a call from a friend, and made impromptu dinner plans, and exited sans song title.

Something nagged at me, and I checked my iTunes (long overdue for a sync with my iPhone [god save me from this plethora of e-devices]), and I found it, from an album called "Ethiopiques" — great stuff.

My iPod is now synced, and I've played this piece, oh, 15 or 20 times in the past 24 hours. 

Being the survivor of two marriages with very opinionated husbands in the realm of music, there is immeasurable pleasure at having the freedom to explore, and choose, what it is I listen to. No censorship, no boundaries.


  1. What a wonderful track... I could listen to that all day (and probably will).

  2. Glad to turn you on to it, Cro! I can hear it resonate across an ocean and continents. xo

  3. I will be downloading and synching, too! This is great.

    Isn't it liberating to listen to what you want, when you want? I'm having the same experience, freed from a controlling spouse....

  4. No censorship, no boundaries. Indeed. Rock on!

  5. Hi T. It's very cool and goes with the bags of Mars and the bees singing. Thankyou! I shall share it with my adult kids :-)

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  7. Absolutely uplifting. Thank you!
    Cheers, Eva

  8. So familiar (I will listen to the music in a moment), the opinionated husband (the second more than the first) who actually told me the things I couldn't like because they weren't "good." Hooray for freedom. xo