Born too late. Nov. 27, 09
I was listening to music. Coltrane. Ellington. Monk. I usually listen to just one of them at a time. But this time, I listened to all of them. One by one. I started to groove.
I thought about being born at the wrong time. I thought about the Cotton Club, Birdland, Blue Note.
Then I put on Basie. Basie swings. I lost it. I was borderline then I crossed the border. I put on a black suit, black skinny tie, shades, a porkpie hat like Monk would wear. I had someone take a picture. That’s the real me. It’s what matters. Not politics, not money, not work, not anything.
The music. That music.