Imbolc Waxing Moon of Winds
A week of constant preparation, meetings, thought has come to a close. Tomorrow Kate and I will celebrate our 19th anniversary. We’ll have dinner at Osaka, then drive into Orchestra Hall to hear the Wynton Marsalis Jazz Band interpret Theolonius Monk.
Back in those days, the acid and Whitehead days, a group of us went to Cincinnati for the Cincinnati Jazz Festival. Herbie Mann. Thelonius Monk. John Coltrane. We stayed on Mt. Adams where the streets have names like Celestial Avenue, Paradise Lane, Seraphim Street. We smoked a lot of dope and drank in the jazz. Since then, I have considered those artists the main line to my soul, especially Coltrane.
Bed Time. Good night.
