The end of a day can be many things - it can be tired, satisfied, disappointed, or yearning. Whether bittersweet or sweetly set, it is a moment of reflection and repose as we allow events to pass with the literal progression of time.

This contrafact John Coltrane's "Naima" features flute, tenor saxophone, upright bass, drums, electric guitar, piano, and backing horns.



Quick as a whip, sharp as a tack - like finding a needle in a haystack. Let the chips fall where they may and let the cat out of the bag - easier to do than say!

Featuring vibraphone, clarinet, horns, and a jazz quartet of drums, upright bass, electric guitar, and piano.



Nibbling around the edges. Finding oddities, oddly lingering. Structured noodling, with modal continuity - the end result is downright doodly.

This contrafact of John Coltrane's "Lonnie's Lament" features clarinet accompanied by a jazz quartet of upright bass, piano, drums, and electric guitar.



You start something without knowing exactly where it is going. You try to follow your own lead, forging an unforeseen path and suppressing your self-induced surprise. In hindsight, you strive to surmise a satisfactory reason for your surrumptory travels. What does it mean? I don't know what yet!



Sometimes we start a thing, and end a thing, on a whim. Improvisational musings may not be bedrock, but they can be bookends - or, perhaps, slices of bread. In between, our more conventional creations can venture and grow, giving us an imagination sandwich.

Featuring a spaced out piano, strings, trombones, solo violin, trumpet, clarinet, djembe, and crash cymbals.


Beginning a journey



Since I've been waffling on themes ever since finishing the alphabet, my theme next week is "no books" (hat tip to @thor). It'll just be me, my brain, my fingers, and my keys.

So, if you're a regular listener, you'll hear a lot of familiar stuff! 😁 But I'll see if I can take them in some different directions...


Life is largely water - perhaps that is why youth has long been fabled to come in fountain form. It is true that the right salves and ointments go a long way - but beware promises that give all and require little. Like a reflection in a fountain, they may look pleasing, but vanish when pressed.

Featuring orchestral strings and woodwinds, synthesizers, flute, piano, drums, and birds.



Digital drops falling - or downloading? Synergistically searching, in a (synthetic) space. Finding is folly, yet nevertheless we persist.

Wholly improvised on the Kuma 508 FM synthesizer.


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