Eyrys

My son is graduating soon, getting his Juris Doctorate in law. He has also just put out his CD, a collection of pieces that he and two friends have put together in a surprisingly wonderful way. I say surprising only because some of his former attempts have been geared so far away from my musical niche that I couldn't quite appreciate them for the novel creations they were.

I enjoy this CD. In fact, I love this CD. The lyrics, the tunes, the little nips and tucks that surprise me here and there. The mellow beauty of a voice, or trumpet, or sliding guitar and bongos are outstandingly lovely.

It is called Eyrys, pronounced Iris after the flower that lies dormant for so long, then rises into the light to bloom in the spring.