Sunday Drive: Baby Blue

A song that recalls for me the bittersweet memory of my first love that dared not speak its name, in the tremulous dawn of manhood more than half a century ago. I've written about Pat before, if you care to read the story - that chaste and secret love we shared came to a sad ending but gave me moments of joy I've never forgotten. 

Other loves and other disappointments followed; but at this late age, living contentedly with M.P., I realize how blessed I was to have those passing joys. How true the saying is - better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

Yesterday, I happened to come across this recording by the Mike Faraci Band, which is an amzingly good cover of the 1972 Badfinger original.  Huh.  How do those young'uns even know about such antique music, I wonder.

Mike is a man of parts: lead singer, guitarist, composer, artist, interior designer, and is highly skilled at all kinds of DIY projects. Rather studly, too.  Check out this tour of his New York City apartment - his aesthetic is not mine, but I can appreciate what's he's done with colors, textures, and light:

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