Well, it is Christmas Eve. Douglas came out for dinner with his sweetheart Sam. He'll spend this evening with Sam's family and tomorrow with his mom. We had a brief skype
- scattered and distracted as is usual - with August who is on the west coast with his
mom. Following a trip to the Public Market this morning, Susan made a wonderful meal - roast leg of lamb (courtesy of our reliable source Rick Austin), veggies, potatoes, and lots of nibbly
things before-hand. I think it was perfect. All in all a really nice way of sliding into the holidays.
In any case, Doug gave me this CD by Italian pianist Augusto Pirodda
, featuring the recently deceased, very much lamented Paul Motian
. The disc is really quite good. That said, it is a bit too understated and spacious for the other listeners currently at the house.
Labels: August, Douglas, jazz, Music, My Boys, Paul Motian, Susan