I'm sitting here in the dark, on the loveseat in my "writing sanctuary", remembering back to the days where my friend Tony and I would practice a ritual we'd created called "getting life"- we'd lay on the floor of his Arlington, Virginia apartment, with a bottle of wine, close our eyes and breathe in music like it was the very oxygen we needed to exist. The distant lights from all over D.C. reflected in his livingroom window, we would feel more alive than ever, and I never wanted to leave that place. Fifteen years later and a piece of me is still there- entranced in the melodies...

Judy's Gettin' Life Playlist