Immanuel Surely, the over-tone series must resonate throughout the cosmos. The immediate atmosphere, our common “air” seems permeated with the strains of singing if not song, bird call if not melody, vibrant pulse if not organized rhythm, roar if not choir, the whoop of laughter the sigh of release or relief, the dance of anticipation and all before we’ve sung, struck, played or blown a single note. There must be a God somewhere. There is music over my head. There is music i

The Great Joan Faye Donovan There was not guile in the singing. There may have been some in her personal life (all singers must have some guile) but one never had or received the impression that it was of the manipulative, self-serving and/or scheming deceit type. The heart on her sleeve was truly hers. The heart had withstood pain, pressure, defeat, loss and betrayal and was still susceptible to joy, love laughter, faith and fidelity. And it was all there in “the voice.” Joa