I got the music in me
Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change – this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.
Bruce Barton
Jazz is unique to us – to the U.S., to New Orleans, to this household. We’ve spent the last two days getting reacquainted with our house, our books, our selves. I listened to WWOZ playing the blues for a good hour today. I watched Tin improvise by putting his tin flute mouthpiece on his pocket trumpet – he can play. The cat mewed in syncopated calls. The dogs didn’t bark at a stranger – must not be a stranger.
Upside, downside, we’re laying the tracks.