I've been out of commission for the past week or so, stricken down by a nasty sinus cold-possible flu-combo. I'm hoping I've met my sick-quota for the year considering it literally came on the heels of a simple cold I'd managed to kick in three days, and hung on to my not-so-immune system for dear life. Everything hurt... body, head, my sinuses and throat were on fire, and my gums were sore. All I could do was sort of just lay there and breath out of my mouth. I couldn't taste or smell.
Needless to say, the worst is over and I've convalesced as best as I can save for an annoying dry cough and slight (and lingering) stuffiness. I've much catching up to do as far as writing goes.

My feeling better from being sick notwithstanding, it was with a heavy heart that I read about the passing of Cape Verdean Morna singer, Cesaria Evora. Referred to as "The Barefoot Diva," Cesaria's music has left an indelible mark on my heart because her 1995 album "Cesaria" was a morning staple for me while I was away at college. It was one of only three albums I favored and listened to every morning and evening as I was winding down alone, in my dorm room- (D'Angelo's "Voodoo" album and Sweetback's 1996 self-titled album were the other two).  "Cesaria" got me through some stressful times as I learned to re-adapt and cope in rural Wisconsin. It was almost as if Billie Holiday were lulling me to a mild calm in Cape Verdean creole... the music had a similar effect to the jazz siren.

Cesaria's music will continue to live on and I will continue to soothe my soul and listen. Here's hoping that another generation happens upon her work. It takes a special type of music fan to truly enjoy and appreciate her...