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well they say it's about 24 °F at the airport, and the wind is blowing from the west at 16 mph. that sounds about right to me. a wind chill could be calculated, but it would be meaningless to the bicycle rider, who makes her or his own wind; vector addition would be the order of the day, but we won't go there. suffice it to say that the ride was interesting.

what the weather report doesn't reveal was that yesterday evening there was a steady wet snow followed by a rather deep freeze, so those streets to which deicing materials were not applied were treacherous. not far from my house there is an intersection that is in a sort of saddle point; whether coming from or going home i approach on a downhill, turn and them climb out again. that is some scary shit when it is all ice underneath. i did not go down this morning, but my heart went pitter-pat all the same. how many more months of this?

last night i took a listen to "into something", a larry young blue note record i had long known about but never heard. it was as great as i imagined. sam rivers is truly a saxophonist after my own heart, sort of a thinner-toned, more reckless version of sonny rollins. i should find more recordings of him. and grant green, bless him - he had maybe 17 or 18 very personal clichés that he would just play over and over, in various combinations, and it is almost unnerving listening to one of his solos that you haven't heard before, but you can still guess where every phrase will go. not to slight him, of course; to develop a totally personal style of playing, that is immediately recognizable in any musical context, is an uncommon and remarkable achievement. especially in these days (although i realize green's work is decades past), with this highly evolved jazz pedagogy that churns out so many university-trained players that all sound (gasp) similar, if not alike. but i digress.


instead, dig it.


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