I CAN'T RESIST popular demand (well, a few of you kind souls anyway!) for some account of my musical night out in Windsor. Last night, and I had a time. Ron Leary professed to love the painting I carried to him in an envelope. Warm thanks to him, to Timarie (and her mother and brother), and to all the assembled company.
“feeling somehow seventeen and fifty-nine years old all at once” I’m 38, but can relate. I commend you rocking in spite of lawn chairs and strollers. I used to work in music management, for my sins, and I remember how dearly artists would treasure art made for them by other artists. It made for some of the sweetest exchanges I’ve ever seen.
"just possibly dressed to kill" is such beautiful ambivalence, Ken. I expect nothing less!
“feeling somehow seventeen and fifty-nine years old all at once” I’m 38, but can relate. I commend you rocking in spite of lawn chairs and strollers. I used to work in music management, for my sins, and I remember how dearly artists would treasure art made for them by other artists. It made for some of the sweetest exchanges I’ve ever seen.
Such brilliant photos! You sure do know how to have fun, Kenneth. And I, for one, applaud your elegant sartorial choices. Happy holidays to you.
Ken, what, no famous blue hat? Inquiring eyes want to see the mad hatter's finery.
Ken, you let us walk with that night and be with you. Thanks.