while being sick this week, i’ve been feeling rather delirious at times, and came up with the two poems below. one… frivolous, cotton-candy fluff, and the other… based on an actual experience when i was 18, of witnessing one black man shatter a gallon-sized wine jug over the head of another black man. i witnessed this while drumming at the park with “puerto rican” percussionists. it was truly a horrific experience.
last night’s gig went well, considering i’ve been sick. yesterday morning i took a hot bath and then did yoga, then repeated the same thing before heading off to my jazz gig. it really helped! and i played with a jazz quartet (sax, piano, bass, drums) by the pool at some upscale condominium complex in del mar. it was a bit cold but i had my jacket, and tried to hide my coughing the best i could.