I wrote Harmony Road for my first child, my son - as yet unborn - toward the end of my wife’s pregnancy. I wrote it at my beloved Yamaha C3 baby grand piano in a magical spot acoustically in what would become his first home. Rummy wound up being born in breathtaking circumstances: a routine appointment that became an emergency operation, and he was in my arms before I could register what song the surgeons were blasting the moment he arrived. Right away I pressed my lips to his right ear and whispered “You’re a prince.” I didn’t plan to say it. I still tell him that most nights, when I come in to draw his rocket ship blanket back over his body. I’ve always looked on my son with the deepest love and admiration.