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I had a dream the other night, Tuesday I think, where I’d been invited to play with some significant folks and my bass playing was woeful.

People, audience members, friends, would come up to me and talk briefly, with circumspection, with sadness in their eyes. And I continued to play blithely ignorant to how poor every aspect of my performance was. I was not invited back.

Seldom does my unconscious manifest so strongly.

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mysterioso

I play bass, I cook, I look out the window. Sometimes I prefer wondering what's out there to going out and looking. But not all the time. I only recently learned that leaving two spaces after a full stop is obsolete.

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