Fricken Ella Fitzgerald

     A few weeks ago, a few days before New Years, I found myself sitting at the same desk I'm currently jabbing away on now. Sitting and listening and typing and thinking and laughing and frowning and losing and finding. All while looking at the dusty monitor in front of me. Jazz seems to do that to me. Always, without fail. In the days that followed, I saw such great things. Hangouts and gatherings and a surprise party, all with people I love. Even the elusive significant other of mine ( always too sleepy or over-clocked )... And sure enough those nights were great and worth their own posts. But all the same, this night alone with blogger and american greats was..Well, great too. Sinatra, The Dean, Louis, King Cole, Mathis, Fitzgerald, Connick, Ellington. A truly star studded lineup. But I have to say there was one song in particular that sent me on a journey. Head placed flat on the desk, eyes glazed over, pulse sluggish, I sat there and just...listened and thought. At first about the lyrics, and the time period, but then about everything. The song was "They Can't Take That Away From Me" - Ella Fitzgerald. And though the song truly intends to make light of heavy goodbyes, more than anything it only made me dread them even more. Which is weird for me, because goodbyes before never held much water to me. Oh how that has changed.