Lost and Found
Life is good. Sitting here listening to an old lost tape I just came across -- Sade, on her album called Diamond Life, while drinking a few Coronas. And yes, with a slice of lime, naturally.
Remember the first space shuttle explosion? Back then, I had a job with a union shop, and had been assigned as a union painter to help finish a new building down in Naperville, Illinois. Good pay for little work. We, the wife and I, had a nifty little Mercury, a red one, and I did the 45-minute commute daily listening to this new singer. She still has that effect on me. Goose-bumps, you understand.
Jazz is cool. Well, some of it, anyway, and hers does get to me down deep. What ever happened to her, I wonder? Did her brief brush with fame ruin her life?