Disturbed Time Perception

I was watching Jerry Maguire again on a Sunday evening in my hometown and laughed out loud again at the scenes with the jazz addict/"child technician" and I must admit I haven't listened to that Miles Davis/John Coltrane album yet, shame on me. It sounded damn' good, I am tantalized.
During these crawling gloomy days I feel "strangely fine", like Semisonic once named a whole album. Inspired, secure, powerful.
I dance to Horace Silver's "Song For My Father", which was written in Flora Purim's presence. That fabulous singer has got the most wondrous stories...
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