Well, it's a new year. And there's still snow on the ground. Not normal for my abode inside the Beltway, but I'll take it.

The music is a bit more abstract in this issue. Maybe the cooler winter is firing my synapses in different directions. Or maybe I'm simply getting a bit more unwound in my old age.

Ah well. Spring comes soon. And then I'll be buying stock in Kleenex.

stay amused,
Jon