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Saturday
It is raining and I am listening to some Keith Jarrett on the box and my thoughts drift off into a reflective mood. There is something about water, whether flowing or gushing or dripping that touches my heart in a deep place and I think - yes I think - maybe deeper than I want to think.
Jazz music many times is like flowing water - Keith or Miles or John drift right off into pure creativity, and suddenly - you find yourself drifting right along with them. This is jazz - this is joy and pain - but drift you must.
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