Lately RT has been describing herself as mellow countryish pop-rock, kind of like Nashville meets Newark. (Which she lives near. Newark, she means.)

Here's what RT did today:
Went to work, walked around, ate guacamole and matzo, dodged the cat on the stairs, attempted to read an article in the New Yorker but found her attention span was too short, talked to gals on the phone, hung out with her husband and did some music-related stuff.

Here's what she did on this day 25 years ago:
Went to school, got driven home, sat on the steps of her L.A. home doing homework and smelling the eucalyptus trees, ate Kraft macaroni and cheese (to be fair, it could also have been her Mom's delicious tarragon chicken), watched Fernwood 2night and Taxi, put on Linda Ronstadt's Heart Like a Wheel, and then Tom Petty's You're Gonna Get It, and had trouble falling asleep because the neighbor's windchimes sounded like a ghost piano.

You hear it all the time but it's true: Gratefulness. Think about what you're grateful for. RT's grateful for: her family on both coasts, her friends, animals, music and books and movies and her capacity to enjoy them, everyone who helps her all day with music and with life, and anyone who may be reading this and/or enjoys her music! Thank you!