Is This Thing ON?., or "step to this, I dare ya."

In the midst of all the "proper," "mellow," "soothing," "let-us-keep-this-quiet-so-snobs-can-continue-to-conversate-about-all-their-money-doubling-itself-in-the-stocks," jazz standards we were pumping out this evening, I was struggling with the urge to cease the endless, pointless noodling, and just bang on the keys with the wild abandon of which I am so fond of. But, alas, there are degrees of selling-out, and learning a few jazz ditties to sport in a classy joint such as this ranks lower(?) on my list than most. However, all this high-brow garbage does detract from the fact that a beautiful Saturday night went by without the joy of a true sleepeater set. For the good financially, but perhaps the bad spiritually, it looks as if this will be the schedule for a month or so. Music Gods be with us: keep our souls pure with the joy of the music we are creating; let not our minds be brought to the evil truth known as reality; hold our heads above the muck of mundane energy that seeks to infiltrate us like green ivy into a foundation of bricks.


Of course, this coming from a nobody.
Who am I, to decide the way it should be?
--you're soaking up all my synergic energy.--