not a very good day, today. i lost a glove, and a few other things... so i go home, put the "charlie chan" quintet's jazz at massey hall on the turntable. then lie on the sofa and wait to be transported elsewhere.
but instead of 1953 toronto, i find myself in a certain bar in kyoto. a bar that casually serves 30-year-old talisker, where the bartender looks after an immaculate collection of jazz records and usually ends the night slightly more drunk than his patrons. it's called slow boat.
the other day i turned 35, a year older than charlie parker when he died.
