Tuesday, May 13, 2003
Its a new day...
I've got preparations done for my new gig. I have made some progress on my painting, but alas, the finished canvas is still further on down the road.
Azaleas abound, and soon, the rice fields will be flooded.
Although with every passing year, the fields do grow smaller and smaller, only to be replaced with ticky-tacky apartment buildings.
I remember when I first came here, 12 years ago, the dirt roads, and the rice fields.
So totally new and strange to me...
During the time they were flooded with water,
I would pretend the bikepath was a causeway of some sort- like the seven mile causeway that links the Florida Keys, and if I were to lose my balance and slip off the path, sharks waited beneath.
A game of drama, with a cast of 20 billion tiny little frogs, as the [shark] chorus-
created especially by my imagination...
Now, the fields have dwindled down.
But the kids are still out there looking for polly wogs and even though the streams are now lined with concrete, I think they still have some success.
The farmer that I painted in his daikon patch, is going to flood his field soon, I guess-
I see the preparation taking place.
It's funny, we all have our gigs, our preparations to make.
Tomorrow I will march on down the hall with my briefcase of music, and my suitcase
of memories, ready to add a few new ones to the mix-
I have been living on an early to bed early to rise clock.
Now I'll have to shift over to a true jazzers' watch.
Flexible me.
Yeah.
Till next time, 'Mela
6:25 PM
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Photo: Michio Yves Ueda
