I’m going to sound like I’m 70, but one of my favorite albums of all time is Sinatra’s “In the Wee Small Hours”. If you’re ever single, a bit melancholy and have a free hour or so, do yourself a favor and listen to the whole thing. The album is so incredibly atmospheric. It encapsulates that whole feeling of hopeful solitude that you feel sometimes. It’s hope but surrounded by blue. That’s how I feel sometimes, especially in New York City. There’s 8 million people here, but it’s such a blur, such a throng, such a rush of people all the time. But to really meet someone here? Hell, it’s a crapshoot, just like every where else in the world. There’s a song on the album, titled “Glad to Be Unhappy”.