Okay. So it’s my birthday. My 40th, no less. This has traditionally been a pretty lousy day filled with several bizarre incidents so I typically keep things low key. (The list includes being suspended from school as a kid, a concussion in college, car accident, and devastating health discoveries.) Enough of a list to be more than a coincidence. Enough reason to maintain a low profile.
And yet here I am tempting fate and reaching out because I felt compelled to share something. And while this site makes for an odd forum to post something like this, I didn’t know where else to put it. So I’m taking a break from my normal political diatribes to share with you the gift my wife gave to me. It’s too good not to. Many of our friends know that my wife is beyond talented, a musical genius. In fact we met at her CD release party when she was signed to a label in New York. I thought she was the most amazing artist I had ever seen. She thought I was a really nice guy but wondered why I had so much gel in my hair. Nevertheless we fell in love. Fifteen years later, we’re still madly in love.
So here it is. This is her gift to me. Sharing her talent is my gift to you all. Written (apparently) over several weeks. Recorded in less than three hours.
Fifteen years later and she still breaks me in half.