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I am streaming some old Jazz (Mingus, Duke Ellington, The Modem Jazz Quartet)  From my phone via bluetooth As I drive To the store When my brother Dave's ghost chimes in: It would sound better coming from a long play stereophonic record, he says.  No doubt, I tell him Surprised that I am not surprised That he is in the car with me.  We call it vinyl now, I tell him I think he nods Though I can't really see him.  You know, he says, it is all about the intervals and the timing. We listen for a while, then he says : Something nobody really understood about me  Is that I was a jazz improvisation While I was alive. I think, this makes no rational sense at all.  Though I don't say it outloud, my brother responds: No, it isn't about being rational It's about the intervals and timing.  And suddenly I understand him in a way I didn't when he was alive.  I love you, I say But he's gone Jumped to an unexpected note. Unexpected  But perfect.
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Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
Listening to jazz in my car with the ghost of my brother
I am streaming some old Jazz (Mingus, Duke Ellington, The Modem Jazz Quartet)  From my phone via bluetooth As I drive To the store When my brother Dave's ghost chimes in: It would sound better coming from a long play stereophonic record, he says.  No doubt, I tell him Surprised that I am not surprised That he is in the car with me.  We call it vinyl now, I tell him I think he nods Though I can't really see him.  You know, he says, it is all about the intervals and the timing. We listen for a while, then he says : Something nobody really understood about me  Is that I was a jazz improvisation While I was alive. I think, this makes no rational sense at all.  Though I don't say it outloud, my brother responds: No, it isn't about being rational It's about the intervals and timing.  And suddenly I understand him in a way I didn't when he was alive.  I love you, I say But he's gone Jumped to an unexpected note. Unexpected  But perfect.
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Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
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