I can remember the moment this song came to me. I was on a lunch break from work, sitting a Harbor Island Park on the stretch of grass between Delancey and Fenimore. It was a perfect day, with a perfect breeze and the water strummed along. So as easy as the idea came, the final song has taken many years to find its current form. One of the musical breakthroughs came down in Anthony Robustelli's basement where we found the bridge and finalized the chorus. I am proud of the complexity and content of this song.

One day listening to WNEW in NYC, as I lay on my bedroom floor playing sick from school, I heard a band called Novo Combo. That afternoon, the picture of renewed health and youthful exuberance, I rode my bike down to Mostly Music on Mamaroneck Avenue to buy Novo Combo's first album. Though I repeated such a scene for many bands and albums, unlike many others, the Novo Combo album has stayed with and informed me through the stages of my life. When the internet became a thing, my first use for it was to find out whatever happened to Novo Combo and The Rainmakers (more about them in a later post). My internet sleuthing lead me to my one and only made on the internet friend, Ted Leonard, a New Yorker living in Finland, but in a previously life a Roadie who had worked with and known Novo Combo. Through Ted, I have since had contact or have met with and thanked all the members of the band, Michael Shrieve, Stephen Dees, Jack Griffith, Carlos Rios and Pete Hewlett. Through our shared sense of humor, and his of pity, Pete and I have developed a friendship over the last 10 years. So, I was thrilled when he agreed to sing a part on my song "Feeling For Flight" which I had converted into a duet in anticipation.