Mmm, Jazz.

I took Anna to a jazz concert last night. As we walked in the conversation had already begun, the drummer stuttering out his opening address, while the others cleared their throats. Before long they were all weaving tales, the pianist drawing us into his smoky back-ally barbarisms while the drummer took us on a march through all the valleys in the delta. The bassist all the while held forth on all the depth and beauty of the human race, mediating between his companions with wisdom and amiability.

Songs are the only time when humans can all speak at the same time without cacophony. What a night.

Published in: on April 20, 2007 at 1:03 am  Leave a Comment  

34 Years Ago…

I first realized that the world was not entirely my friend thirty-four years ago today. It was during that season when I always see the world through a veil of phlegm and tears, thanks to the dogwoods around my neighborhood and their incessant need to procreate.

Through my next-door neighbor’s window I saw my mother come running out our back door, her eyes watering more than mine and an expression on her face that she could only explain to me years later. At that moment, when she burst out into our yard, she was asking my brother why he couldn’t have made it look like an accident. My brother lay in his room with a gun in his hand. There are times when we all wish his death had been more ambiguous.

Published in: on April 11, 2007 at 10:33 pm  Leave a Comment  
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