There's something about the way that John Coltrane plays the saxophone. The way he holds the melody to "My Favourite Things" so beautifully in the first few bars, you are just not prepared when he launches into those mindblowing improvisations where he blows the tune all over the place, hooting, shrieking, bending notes beyond their breaking point. Yet, in the blink of an eye he's back with another soothing passage, the sax muscular yet sensual, carrying you away in a wave of winking genius.
Yeah, that's what I'm doing, waiting for the rain to fall. Its been threatening for some hours now but I don't think that it'll actually come. But the overcast sky and the occasional gust of rushing wind seems to be the perfect setting for the master to wave his wand.
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We've been getting some fantastic rains here. Will you be here for Pujo?
Please come, you can meet Fidgety then. And first impressions are important, you know.
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