Ha ha...walking bassline

Happy New Year, all. You too, sundry.

If there was such a thing as a natural time to listen to Autumn Leaves, as performed in ultra laid- back fashion by Miles Davis and John Coltrane, I reckon 4:17am would be about it. I only lack the smokey, deserted jazz club, a table in the corner, and a scotch on the rocks.

That scene is going in my movie.

Hmm, and it looks like the old existential crisis is flairing up again...better take some pills and go to bed before it gets worse. Back soon with more. (If I keep saying it, eventually it'll happen.)