Mark's off on his morning hike after an about face. The path he usually takes along the waterway hasn't been mowed, and it's waist high with luxuriant plants (and ditto snakes, no doubt) right now. Plan B takes him along a beautiful country road, with horses, cows, egrets, and hawks for company.

Meanwhile, since it's such a pleasant morning, I'm cooking up some tofu w/some herbs in white truffle oil. The oil has a garlicky taste and is very interesting. Since we've been reading some Michael Pollan books, and revisiting a very yellowed copy of "Diet for a Small Planet", we're in a "back to basics" mode and it'll come in handy for something or other later today.

I always liked Mathis. And when we were still back in Portland (pre-Louie Louie), grinding out those 2 and 3 hour gigs, we needed to give the dancers a break from time to time.

One day, as I was setting up the band (I doubled as roadie in those early years), I was testing the mics and happened to break into Chances Are. The enhanced echo built into the armory we were playing that night sounded a lot like the famous echo chambers at CBS to my young ears. The overall effect was pretty good.

There were a few kids who had come early, and when I finished, they all clapped at my a Capella effort. Revere looked at me kinda strangely, being more used to hearing hard rock and roll issue from my mouth, and said, "You sound pretty good on that, Markus."

So we added it to our repertoire.

And here it is again, 50-odd years later, along with some of my other favorites. Hope you enjoy them.

~ ML