Over this weekend we picked up Norah Jones's new album, Feels Like Home. Everybody and their dog has probably already bought, listened to, and worn out the record by now. It's lovely, relaxed, and fun for the whole family. Seriously, Carly loves it.
Of course, I can't listen to this album without thinking about the guy in the band I know. I played with Adam Levy a few times when he lived in San Francisco, just months before he moved to New York and got this gig-of-a-lifetime with Norah. It's one of those deals where I think two things: one, "I knew him when...", and two, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. He's a thankfully genuine, cool person, and a wonderful musician. Duh. I just like to think that success does sometimes come for the people who actually deserve it. Not only that, he still gets to play cool music. It's inspiring to think about.