Disturbed time perception

I won't give up my English expression, maybe because jazz is an American art and my English is so bloody good :P.
I was watching Jerry Maguire on a Sunday evening in my hometown and laughed 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 ;). 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...