His memory of the evening is a little sketchy. It was a quiet rooftop bar in Vegas. A jazz trio was painting the possibilities with a rather tired brush. A drink or two were definitely involved. Possibly three. He recalls a redhead in a green dress, standing alone on a balcony. She’d given him a long, generous look. He’d understood her intentions and followed through. Of course he did.
Now, stretched out on his back in the warm surf of Pismo Beach, he’s a bit confused. How he ended up here this morning, is a mystery yet to be untangled.
A lovely interlude and vocal by Chet Baker, Almost Blue.
'A jazz trio was painting the possibilities with a rather tired brush' - this description instantly jumped out at me - not sure if the musicians hearts' weren't in it, or if that's just the nature of jazz musicians, but this is a real mood-setter of a statement. Also - I never heard of Chet Baker before, but that was exquisite.
Redheads in green dresses. Kryptonite!