Maybe just a drizzle at nine

The fire burns inside us all
We try to wash it down
And flood it with enough tears
We fear that we may drown
Even though it smolders still
All of the rage and pain
Might be calmed a moment here
By soothing gentle rain

Leaves change at nine

Tomorrow's the first day of autumn
A much cooler day I will spend
Doing those kinds of things
That an Equinox brings
Like balancing an egg on its end

Two, maybe three flutes, tops. At nine

So! Brubeck was right
Japanese can play good jazz
Mostly, it's "Take Five"

écoute et répète 100

Listen and repeat.



A mash-up of this was the very first track I played at the Velvet. Eleven years ago this month.

Happier times at nine

Not enough light and way too much heat
Tonight's a collection of Brazilian beat.

Team Wombat not involved at nine

Rub-a-dub-dub
No, really. More dub.