So I decided yesterday, for some as yet unjustifiable reason, to conduct a pseudo-socio-hydrogenous what-the-hell-were-you-thinking kind of experiment. Rather than wait ‘til a civilized morning hour to discover what happened in the crucial San Diego Padres/Colorado Rockies playoff baseball game half the world away, I resolved to phone Witt at, oh about 3 in the morning, and instead receive a to the minute report. But then, and here’s the less than clever part of the story, I decided I could wake at quarter to 3, get an initial update, and then phone back later for the conclusion of the match. And in the intervening hour I could write. Yeah. I know. Right now it doesn’t seem the most sublime, or lucid, of all plans. I don't know though. My vision is certifiably 20/20, it’s my hindsight that’s a little blurry…
But, to top off the muppetry of my resolve, to really take the biscuit of my intransigent meandering mind, I awoke at 2:40, pre-alarm, having been dreaming of the score. Strange? I mean, this is just plain obsessed. Sleep deprived too. So now I’m sitting here in a darkened room drinking a coffee, typing, listening to a greatest hits of swing cd that I bought today, being tragically unable to find the soundtrack to 'Across the Universe,' and idly wondering if I’ll even remember this episode of my life in the morning. There are many uncertainties in this life, but there is at least one thing we can all say for certain.
It don’t mean a thing, if it ain’t got that swing.
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D'ya try out some of your swing moves? I know it's a bit hard to do my yourself, but I can picture some very distinct solos that you've pulled off.
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