All right, it looks like the wave of responses from last week's paper is cresting. Today there were only four new messages. But of course, this week's issue, wherein the ad appears again, will be out in a couple of days.
There was one from tonight's set that I may call back. A guy named Evan who said he was an engineer and a bassoonist. Why that combination doesn't surprise me, I do not know. He left a few details, had a nice voice, and didn't sound like he had an attitude, so I suppose I'll call him and the guy from Oregon back. Not tonight, though.
Rehearsal was interesting. Daniel brought along an arrangement of Johnny Mercer's "Blues In The Night." You know, that old song, "my mama done told me?" Picture that performed by a classical woodwind quintet. I know it's not easy, but try.
My father had some of those old jazz records. He liked the Stan Kenton band, and I remember he had some Duke Ellington and Count Basie and some others. He also had a lot of cool jazz, like Miles Davis and Gerry Mulligan. I think I ran across the crate in which those records now lie. I will have to clean them off and tape them some time.
I remember he said that the Duke Ellington records were very popular among the people he met in Cuba. I wonder what happened to jazz down there after the revolution?
I think I've discovered an answer to the mystery of Fargo's sore and bleeding paw. I heard a noise in the bathroom a while ago, and I went in, and he had managed to get my shaver down off the little soap shelf and was slapping it around the bathtub. Of course, he had knocked the little plastic cover off, and while it hadn't happened this time, I'll bet that in previous hockey matches, he played with it and eventually got cut. That would seem to explain the pawprints on the bathroom floor.
I imagine the soap scum must have stung.
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