Randi Cee

How I wish I could fact check with a time machine! As with many formative strong childhood memories, music swirls in and out of the

It really is a waiting game based on luck and endurance. I am banking on the idea that if you stick to your artistic career

“Everything happens for the best” Does it really? In a continuation of last month’s theme of reality being how we perceive it, perhaps the better

If I was a rich man, I would have a right proper mid life crisis. I suppose that is a very sexist idea that you

With his right arm resting on the body of his bass saxophone, and the other arm draped around the shoulder of his best gal—his stand-up

Here I am. Just about three years later still not doing much of anything. And unlike many of you it took me until a few

I recently went to one of the most profound and joyful memorials I have ever attended, held for Ian Timothy Whitcomb (July 10, 1941-April 19,

My one concert of 2022 was at The Hollywood Bowl and it was an evening to be remembered. A tribute to two icons of jazz:

In general, artistic “titles” such as actor, dancer, painter, potter can have a set of preconceived notions or stereotypes that go along with them. I

Oh, the chick singer jokes…..“if they ask me I could write a book.” From day one I was educated about how to avoid being the

I had an enlightening summer in the mid ’90s. I met a lifelong friend, was employed with work I loved, and had a unique experience

I haven’t been to High Holiday services in a very long time. My last memory was crashing Yom Kippur services at my local synagogue where

My desire to lead my band and sing the old tunes hasn’t cooled, but my hustle has. My reality with an at-risk mother has devolved

4 years BC (Before Covid) my life hit a scary financial pothole. I had a small, yet vital secondary income and theoretically it would have

I don’t know who first said it but it’s as true a statement as one can utter: Death is the great equalizer. On Monday, April

I am a bacon-wrapped cliché, an idiom in puffed pastry. And sometimes I am the wrong that proves the right. I have been absent from

My eyes are drilling into a Walgreens cashier as she chats up a small boy with his family. I look to the other person in

When your friend Katie Cavera invites you to go to the movies to see “the worst movie ever made” you cringe, ponder, and then say

David Boeddinghaus, Banu Gibson, Tim Laughlin, Chloe Feoranzo, The entire Baker/Clancy family, Ralf and John Reynolds, Bob Ringwald, Dawn Lambeth, Chet Jaeger, and Pieter Meijers

I recently observed that, in your youth, you know you have a dear friend if they help you move. At my age, if they show