To the best of my knowledge, my parents were never blue. Their youth bumped into The Great Depression and then crashed into World War II.
But we did. We were blue. We of the baby-booming 1971 generation (who had yet to confront a draft notice) could afford to be blue.
And this is our album. It’s an album laced with choices. And, quite frankly, those choices were both our salvation and our curse. I know. I was there.