I've had a thing for James Taylor since he and I were both young and earnest. I still love him even though he has gotten quite bald and looks a bit like a school principal I once knew. He doesn't take himself quite so seriously these days and I like that. I don't think I take myself so seriously either. We've matured. Together. Though he doesn't know it.
I once told Ray that we were married for better or worse, etc. etc., except for the possibility that James would one day come along and want me to go on the road with him. Then it was all over. Ray understood and said the same held true in the event that Juliette Binoche realized that what she really needed in life was a skinny math teacher from Idaho. It's our understanding and we've been able to live with the uncertainty.
We've been watching JT on PBS tonight. It's the fund drive and we wisely DVR'ed it so we could whiz through the fundraising nonsense. He is in great form—funny and self-deprecating and he sings as beautifully as ever. He is still the guy.
When Sofia gets tired and needs a bit of comforting I sing to her. My standbyes are "Blackbird" (the Beatles) and "Sweet Baby James." She likes them both. So do I.
Here's a little clip from the show: