All the kids are back in school, and navigating the challenges of a new grade. Scary? Exciting? Maybe kind of Fun? Meanwhile: The last song (#14) for my album is written, and suddenly I’m thrown into the pre-production phase. First it’s a big “Whoopee-e-e-e!” Then reality strikes. This is certainly not my first album, but it’s my first all original one, and now it’s time to rehearse, memorize, make arrangements and charts, call in other musicians….”Holy Smokes!” How did this happen? Yep, it’s scary and exciting and really, really, really fun.
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