Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed that I’ve been surrounding myself with old jazz standards. Particularly, I’ve been listening to a lot of Ella Fitzgerald, Billie Holiday, Etta James, Dakota Staton, and then for good measure, I’d throw in some Norah Jones and Diana Krall. You know the kind of music I’m talking about: sweet, moody, melodic, and always tinged with a hint of melancholy even in the happiest numbers. I don’t really know what to make of this sudden obsession with it all. I mean, am I some hapless character stuck in a romantic comedy? Some luck that would be, seeing as how there’s no leading lady anywhere in sight. Well, guess I’ll just have to keep on listening for as long as I need to. It sure would be nice to share the music with somebody though. In time, I know. Patience, I know. Maybe.