My favorite music was written for occasions that are irrelevant to me; music written for salon conversation and gossip veiled behind intricate fans. Tonight I gazed out the window, and enjoyed the breeze. I wanted perfect and appropriate music to compliment the glow of my lamp and the cityscape.

I knew the perfect piece.

I had pleasure of meeting and interviewing Kenji Bunch years ago, who wrote a work especially for the hours after 12 a.m. in New York. I bought a recording of “Swing Shift” about 5 years ago, but never played it so late at night in the city. It’s a very beautiful work, arranged for a string trio. The soft phrases convey an elusive emptiness about night time in the city that I’m just not beginning to feel.

It’s so perfect I can only sigh and wish you all were here.