I connect with so many, most of which are drawn from the Great American songbook of yesteryear, songs that have an air of poetry and experience about them.
Hoagy Carmichael’s classic song Stardust has always been a favourite of mine with its hauntingly beautiful lyrics pretty much being a commentary on my love life.
Another one which rings with me is “September Song”, particularly as I am now much nearer to forty then twenty. So I may not be in my autumn years it is could be said I have passed springtime and am currently in my summer years, but my summer days are proving to be far from “Hazy Lazy Days” and the importance of no longer having time for the waiting game is growing ever present.
And since the demise of Jazz Club 90 on a Tuesday and the loss of Mary and Amy, Duke Ellington’s “Don’t Get Around Much Anymore” is appropriate.