Can't Get Started
I had been thinking of home when I died. “Do you want a drink now?" she asked. “A drink-drink?" “Mais oui."
The modus operandi of an angel with a mean streak. How had I gotten here? Her place, I had been here once but that was as part of ...
Bop Addict
She clutched my hand deciding to worry about how to deny having done such a thing later. It was Sabbath's first time leaving Brooklyn and she was nervous. Of course I was all right, I had been until we were well under way and past the point of no return. Passing through customs had been fine ...
The Harlequin Years
I had been the third dreamer that she had lived with. Immediately preceding me, a 5'3" guitarist whose long hair was almost equal to his height but thinning, since it was taking him so long to “make it" as an established musician and then his friend, from a well to do family but considered incapable of ...
Endgrain
Jazz music is much like the sea, with surface tensions failing to corroborate the underlying mutinous vibe--and you can drown in it. Meet Paco Pastorals for example: piccolo jazz-moister extraordinaire and great entrepreneurial genius of late. Late-night drinking sessions of old; way back before the newer, rather ambiguous although legal, 24/7 binge promos, though! Enter the ...
