"I can hear you laugh
Looking at a picture from a long time ago."

The picture is a selfie taken in the Piazza Duomo in Siracusa, Sicily. Behind us is the Metropolitan Cathedral of the Most Holy Nativity of Mary (the Syracusa Cathedral to its friends). I can’t look at the picture without smiling. Sometimes a picture captures what words can’t. In this case, a love so real that it deserves its own temple of devotion. That what this song is. That’s what this album is.

In 1986, I moved with my girlfriend to our first love nest: a ground floor apartment on Bleecker Street between 6^th and MacDougal. At that time it was, to me, the center of the universe. There were only two things that mattered: Nancy and my music. We soon started rehearsing with our band of friends at Giant Studio on 14^th Street where we produced our first professional recording and set sail for stardom.

It’s 38 years later. The sails are tattered, and they haven’t found those sunny shores of stardom but Nancy and music are still the things that matter most.

I can trace the passion that drives the songs on this album straight back to that studio apartment on Bleecker Street. Somewhere along the path between there and here the love that was a sapling grew into an oak. The music got better too. But don’t take my word for it, try it. Money back guarantee.

Do people still pay money for music?

I can hear you laugh
Looking at a picture from a long time ago
I recognize your step
Because nobody moves like you
I know when you’re near
Because wherever I am is home
I know what you think
Because I’m thinking the same thing too

The night is soft, our hearts are tender
This might be a good time to surrender
So why don’t we surrender?
Surrender to love

I can feel your breath
Rising up from some place so close to your heart
I love the way it beats
Because I’m beatin’ the same way too
I look in your eyes
And see everything I ever wanted to see
Look into my eyes
And see how beautiful you can be

It’s so hard to believe but so easy to remember
How we used to fight, fight against surrender
Why don’t we surrender?
Surrender to love

The night is soft, our hearts are tender
This feels like a good time to surrender
So why don’t we surrender?
Surrender to love

Why don’t we surrender to love?