Roy Ayers, the jazz legend, the man whose records are pillars of my formative years up until today, has passed away. And maybe it's fitting that I’m writing this at home feeling the rawness of a rainy evening in March, in the last fleeting grips of winter reminiscing on a musician who emanated warmt...

This blog entry’s going to be short. It’s two days past Valentine’s Day, and a recent conversation with a dear friend I had put certain things into perspective about love and how we express it on different levels, and the limitations to it. The English language, as expansive as it is, has borrowed f...

There's always a beginning to these kinds of things. Here's mine.