My blog critics (all two of them) have chastised me for talking too much about myself.
"You're really stuck on yourself, Jon!"
Well, hell, of course I'm stuck on myself. I'm the most interesting person I know. Certainly more interesting than a couple of bitter critics.
You can't see the little sarcastic smile that is curling my lips.
I have earned the right to revel in my golden (or at least silver-plated) past. And I enjoy talking about it.
I'm presently a tarnished relic, a quirky hermit, living in a shack in the Tennessee hills....
like a faded, stale photograph buried under the bitter irony of fresh roses from the past.
When the owls are hooting and the coyotes are howling outside my window at night (like they were last night), my mind drifts back to the stark contrast of distant nights in a faraway place...
.....where warm balmy Los Angeles nights are scented with the intoxicating breath of succulent gardenias
and languid palm trees glisten with the moist embrace of ocean mists....
...where I play the piano in a smokey cafe until 2:00 a.m. and the night - with all its possibilities - beckons the adventurous until dawn.
I was young, eager, and extremely reckless.
Wake up! I'm not finished yet.
You just knew there was going to be music in here somewhere, didn't you?
I found some more old tapes of my piano "cafe" repertoire - - the music that I dutifully played in cafes, bars, and nightclubs in L.A. and Hollywood.
My diverse fingers faked their way over indifferent keyboards in anonymous cafes...and I assumed an air of confidence and sophistication that never really belonged to me.
As Time Goes By
Written by Herman Hupfeld in 1931 for the musical Everybody's Welcome.
Immortalized by singer Dooley Wilson in the 1942 film Casablanca.
This is the arrangement of As Time Goes By that I wrote - and played in my midnight cafe repertoire.
I have a video of me playing this, and if I ever find it I'll post it.
I'm sure you'll be breathless with anticipation.