Another night in St.Paul, MN. What this means for me is a lot of work work work and then a solid jazz concert. Performing this evening at the Artist's Quarter (or the AQ) was the Matt Slocum Trio, a three piece...lead by a drummer who calls himself Matt Slocum. All around a good time (check this out) was had by all particularly if you like BeBop Jazz a la John Coltrane era. Comment if you can get down with what I'm sayin'. If not enjoy the tunes and hopefully I've expanded your horizons just a touch

Fucked. Another night, day, morning, evening. It passed 24 hours, what did it do? Hours are a mess particularly the ones without memory. Remember the time when you woke up? I looked at you and you rolled to the opposite side of the bed, eyes shut harder (faster) than they did five hours earlier. Then we woke up...excited but dragging on a dawn that broke hard like frozen eggs on a hot skillet. The chips of shell broke in the yolk of what was supposed to be a perfect pair of poached eggs. Cooked but not fully, lovely, late, runny. Gotta go...Honey?

Hello, world! I promise to post more later after I get used to my SG legs. But in the meantime enjoy this video...