Where Butterflies Dance
Throughout the world, in all cultures spanning history; from ancient times until the present, the metamorphosis of Butterflies, has been a source of wonder. Many legends or myths about butterflies have arisen in very different cultures that are representative of renewal, transformation, death, and rebirth, awakening, courage, love, joy and hope.
The Greeks believed that a new human soul was born each time an adult butterfly emerged from its cocoon. Northern Europeans thought that dreams were the result of the soul butterfly’s wanderings; Native American Indian legends told that butterflies would carry the wishes to the Great Spirit in heaven to be granted. No matter the symbolism, they seem to be viewed universally, with reverence.
The title, Where Butterflies Dance also symbolizes a number of things. More >
Tapestries of Time
The pieces on this album have to do with time in some concept or other. There may be a direct reference, a captured moment, an isolated experience or inspiration drawn from a particular event, the idea of infinity and limitless possibility. Some of the titles, including the very album title, speak for themselves such as “Afterglow,” “The Hourglass,” “Endless Sky” and “CAVU” (an aviation term for “Ceiling and Visibility Unlimited”) dedicated to my Father, a former WWII Navy Pilot. More >
In The Wake
"In the Wake" is best a metaphor for life... There are those who look ahead of the vessel... the captains, crew, or just those along for the ride, and those who glance behind, at the wake, perhaps a bit too often. I am such a person...
My journey thus far, has been one of great joy and great loss. This album merely speaks to their echo. "In the Wake" of all that has happened then, I give you these words... More >
Just This Side of Spring
When I first conceived the title, Just this side of Spring, I thought it would be mostly a tribute to Nikki, my beloved Siberian Husky. Nikki, my piano muse, who never tired of laying beneath my piano when I played, was quite possibly the sweetest dog I’ve ever known. She was diagnosed with Cancer on January 4 of 2008. I never believed that January, that she would be gone from our lives in April. Nor did I believe that I would have to fight Breast Cancer again. More >
Grey Sky and Bittersweet
This album represents a turning point in my professional life for a host of reasons, in particular, I have discovered new levels and a much-heightened nuance in both composition and performance. The individual song titles express changing light, color and viewpoint which further illustrate the personal ramifications of such a crossroads. More >
A sadness descends like a light fog
Over the ebbing of Summer and the arrival of Fall
I have never felt so…
Do we feel cheated, as years go by,
At how fast the seasons now seem to pass…?
I become aware of the pull of time, as not before…
Time, the not so “gentle-leader”,
On the leash of life. AS
A Place in the Sun
The creation of this album began on January 25, 2002 with the writing of Summer Tomorrows, and what followed was one of the most difficult periods of my life. The songs on this album reflect moments on the journey that began that day. I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. While mostly in disbelief or denial, I told few. Instead, I sat down at my piano and wrote. This is my emancipation. More >
You know the ones...not a cloud graces a sky so blue that it aches and the sun seems to sprinkle everything with magic dust. You've seen them in Winter when the sun flickers against a silvered landscape, in Spring, when the first brave flower bursts through the snow to feel the sun's warmth for the first time in a year, in Summer when the water glitters like gemstones and in Autumn, when Midas lurks around every tree and the slight chill in the air ignites our energies and reminds us of approaching Winter, completing the circle. More >
I grew up with a great respect for each and every holiday due to the incredible enthusiasm my Mother bestowed upon them. Holidays were to be reveled in - any excuse to take an even bigger bite out of life. But Christmas was her favorite and she decorated to the hilt. "Santa" so transformed our home over Christmas Eve nite that I always made sure a hearty selection of Christmas cookies were there for refueling, and 'twas a good thing, as there was nary a crumb remaining, all of those delicious Christmas mornings. More >
A good portion of the material on Reflections was composed when on the road, "gypsy" that I am, over the Winter of 1999. I was in a small rural town in Pennsylvania for several weeks and had the good fortune of finding an old church which housed a handsome, well-tuned Baby Grand and whose kind pastor offered me its access whenever I wanted. It was within this great old church that I retreated on cold wintry mornings to avail myself of the quiet sanctuary and to release my inspiration. More >
Passage is a Journey that requires no suitcases and it begins with a dream, for we are all mere shadows of ourselves without one. More >
When one great song is silenced, another is lifted on the wind to fill the void. The last dusky Seaside Sparrow sang the final song of extinction and composer/pianist Ann Sweeten took up the task of filling the soundless space he left behind. Extinction is the most tragic of human legacies and Orange Band Records shouts the warning. More >