These days, aside from writing for The Huff, amongst others, I basically survive on whatever royalties ASCAP's magnanimous computer feels like doling out each month for composing the theme to Jenna Elfman's last, short-lived CBS sitcom. But, life wasn't always this "amazing."
For Eleven Madison Park, Chef Humm selected classic Miles Davis prints ("so cool, fresh, innovative and collaborative"), while the more raucous Rolling Stones photos preside at NoMad, which he calls "our looser, louder sibling."
In many ways the Beatles and Stones define the British invasion of the mid 1960s; so considering the recent frenzied hubbub over the Fab Four, where is the laudatory fuss over the Stones' 50th anniversary?
After a divorce and with his grown children on their own, Atlanta realtor Skipper began to frequent karaoke bars where he, of course, sang Rolling Stones tunes. Impressed by not only his vocals but his uncanny resemblance to Mick Jagger, a local guitarist encouraged Skipper to form his own band.
We are all more than the sum of our years. Whatever time you have left as a sentient being is a gift, I tell my readers. Isn't it a bit premature to pronounce a man near-comatose before you meet him, before you see what his years have taught him?