Music in the Park

As I look at the moon, the cool breeze dances with my face. Summer is over I suppose, and autumn is here to take it's place. Tomorrow is Thursday, and I am looking forward to going down to NYC. I will be accompanied by my bass, my battery operated amp, and a warm desire to play some tunes, some improv, for those who will listen. Where shall I go? Perhaps to Central Park? Perhaps somewhere in the village, or maybe even Times Square? The police will be after me, for it is somehow illegal to play the streets of NYC without a permit for amplified sound. What a shame. When the time arises, I will kindly gather my gear, my belongings, pleading not to be ticketed. I will promise the officer I had no idea of the existance of such a law, buy some time......and move a few blocks down and begin to play again. I am a criminal.

Jackie sleeps beside me, beautifully and peacefully. I am a lucky man to have such a wonderful woman in my life, and I am forever grateful. I only hope that I never let her down chasing such a lucrative dream. This is a capitalistic society. Can art and capitalism co-exist? Is that an oxymoron?

I'm looking forward to my adventures tomorrow, embarking upon the concrete jungle with peaceful intentions. I'm looking forward to meeting up with Pat after, a dear friend for about eight or nine years now. We go back. We go way back. We go all the way back to the Apollo Theater on 125th st., with the old band "Funked Up", where sky was the limit and the clouds were merely debris littering the road. Those times were great and I will cherish them forever.