You know the expression that the glass is half full or half empty? In “real life,” whatever that is, full glasses are meant to become empty. Someone offers you a glass of water, seltzer, pomegranate juice, single-malt Scotch, Bosco, Amarone, Campari, iced tea . . .
But it is a valuable metaphor for perception. What do you see when you look around you? Full, half full, half empty? In extreme cases, is the glass in bits?
But back to JAZZ LIVES. My friends from near and far — people I know and those I might never see in person — have been VERY generous in helping me replace the equipment I lost. (See LOST, LOST II, and NICKEL if all this is unfamiliar to you.)
Nancie B, Clint B, David S, Romy, Janie, Steve W, Nancy B, Eric E, Davy, Rochelle and Ray, Cornelis, Doug, Harriet, Miz Roo, Rob, Janie, Steve A, William C, Scott A, Uwe, Liam B, Jim and Rebecca, 軍司 善久, David P, DMP, Eric D, John W, Ron C, Nick R, Carl S, Joan B, Dipper, RaeAnn, The AudioFixer, Joel P, Lorna S, Knut K, Rich L, Dan T, Marce E, Markus L, Ross and Gail, Michael McQ, James Mc, John S, Eric E, Bob C, Judy P, Hermano 1861, Bassface, Bob A, Candace B, Les E, Joseph V, Jose RE, Yvonne A, Julius Y, Shiraz S, Other Michael, Big Daddy Russ, Sue F, The Man in the Street, M. Figg, Jerome, Mister Leon and Ms. Brenda, Andreas K, Pete N, Laura W, Bill G, David McL . . . .
With friends like this, my glass can never be empty — because they will always be around to refill it. And I hope to return the favor through music and words. Every nickel — and every good wish and effusion of positive energy, every prayer — has helped a lot.
Love and thanks, Michael
Or . . . to put it the 1936 Connie / Connee way:
May your happiness increase.
