DEBORAH CHER

A Personal Note I started writing Season of Stone after my father, who suffered from heart disease, slipped into a coma. I hoped to record them before he left this world for his next great adventure, but it was not to be. My father passed away on 2.4.18. I recorded the songs a few weeks later. You might hear the grief in my voice. I arranged and performed the songs the way my Dad would have preferred: Live, without any frills. Each song was recorded in one shot, with its imperfections and moments of magic. My father and I lived in a few cities together and the mystery, adventure, fertile creative ground and dark underbelly of what a city is, are in my blood. Dad had an old-world attitude, but a new-world philosophy. He instilled in me the idea that men and women are equals, that personal liberty is the highest ideal, and that music, poetry, good food, a good book and love, are the true riches of life. Read more here.