One night this week I skipped a launch party for composer Hilary Tann's new CD to go play the recorder alone on a bridge on the edge of town, high over the Erie Canal. Fish were jumping, swallows were skimming the water, it was impossibly beautiful and quiet, and I couldnâ€™t resist. So I walked up a hill to the bridge with my sonâ€™s primary school recorder and The Daily Ukule
Is there a more delicious kind of anticipation than knowing you'll have time with a good story? Wait, donâ€™t answer that! Just consider three books about music I read recently that might entertain as you laze in the warmth of the sun.