'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.
Glad you liked this fragment. Chet Baker was sublime. He died in 1988 -- fell off a balcony in Amsterdam. Drugs were involved. We have lost so very many great talents to drugs.
Fear and loathing in Las Vegas ends up surfing safari with lost wages waves crash in head and wonder was she a redhead or a blind blonde dancer date last might or day before. Just know sloe gin fizz frazzles my cold toes . That’s how my life goes. Lucky 🍀 Saint Patrick’s day is coming. I’ll be at James Joyce bar on State Street.
Las(?) Vegas to Pismo Beach overnight, wakes up in the surf, and doesn't remember anything but a redhead. He messed with someone else's redhead? Something in the drinks? Nice, Sharron!
Tis a mystery, all right. I hope whatever vehicle moved him from Vegas to Pismo Beach was driven by a gorgeous redhead in a spiffy foreign convertable, maybe a frog-eyed MG.
And Chet Baker pulled me into misery with his voice at the end. Lordy!
I too loved this line, Sharron: A jazz trio was painting the possibilities with a rather tired brush. That is one for the ages. You captured the morning after perfectly.
A bored band playing for money, no one really listening. A young man looking to feel alive. A Redhead looking for the same. Booze to heighten the senses and dull the mind. A morning after. Another day in paradise.
Waking up on Pismo Beach, after a night in Las Vegas…what a night! The music and voice of Chet Baker lulled me into another world. A smoky room, the clinking of glasses, and promises brewing on the dance floor. Magical,and mysterious, Sharron. I love it!
Another lover of "'A jazz trio was painting the possibilities with a rather tired brush" here. Wonderful and evocative line. Great story. A siren in green.
'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.
Glad you liked this fragment. Chet Baker was sublime. He died in 1988 -- fell off a balcony in Amsterdam. Drugs were involved. We have lost so very many great talents to drugs.
Redheads in green dresses. Kryptonite!
You got that right.
This sort of thing makes me think you live in concurrent time zones. Walk through a doorway and be sometime else. Super skill for a writer. ))))
Ha ha ha. Imagine what is in this head that I do NOT let escape... yikes.
Fear and loathing in Las Vegas ends up surfing safari with lost wages waves crash in head and wonder was she a redhead or a blind blonde dancer date last might or day before. Just know sloe gin fizz frazzles my cold toes . That’s how my life goes. Lucky 🍀 Saint Patrick’s day is coming. I’ll be at James Joyce bar on State Street.
See you there, pal.
Guinness lives. One bar over another builds either a weight lifter, a house or a schloshed friend .
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Las(?) Vegas to Pismo Beach overnight, wakes up in the surf, and doesn't remember anything but a redhead. He messed with someone else's redhead? Something in the drinks? Nice, Sharron!
Either one works for me! Thanks, Ron.
Tis a mystery, all right. I hope whatever vehicle moved him from Vegas to Pismo Beach was driven by a gorgeous redhead in a spiffy foreign convertable, maybe a frog-eyed MG.
And Chet Baker pulled me into misery with his voice at the end. Lordy!
Chet Baker - such a sad loss his early demise was. He was only 58. Damned drugs...
😞
I hate it when that happens!
Ha ha ha. Silly girl!
He probably deserved it!
You think? I am giving him the benefit of the doubt. But you never know. Thanks Joan!
I'd adding to your story and imagining her cleaning out his pockets! Redheads are as tough as they come.
Excellent, Sharon.
Thanks, Gary. You'll have to finish this one on your own.
I think you got us all with "A jazz trio was painting the possibilities with a rather tired brush." But the story is, as always, anything but tired :)
Hah! Thank you, Bryan. I always appreciate your comments, my friend.
I too loved this line, Sharron: A jazz trio was painting the possibilities with a rather tired brush. That is one for the ages. You captured the morning after perfectly.
Thank you, KC. The more I think about it, the more that morning after could have been metaphorical. Or anyway, just in his mind... hmm.
A bored band playing for money, no one really listening. A young man looking to feel alive. A Redhead looking for the same. Booze to heighten the senses and dull the mind. A morning after. Another day in paradise.
The jazz trio line was gold.
One of my favorite old tropes. I tried to switch it up a bit. Thanks, Mark.
Waking up on Pismo Beach, after a night in Las Vegas…what a night! The music and voice of Chet Baker lulled me into another world. A smoky room, the clinking of glasses, and promises brewing on the dance floor. Magical,and mysterious, Sharron. I love it!
Another lover of "'A jazz trio was painting the possibilities with a rather tired brush" here. Wonderful and evocative line. Great story. A siren in green.
Thanks, Nathan!
Chet Baker! Have not heard in years .So good, lovely.
Still sounds like sweet pain. He left us far too soon