At 4:45am I quickly scribbled down the dream I woke from. It's the only time I can recall Charlie Parker visiting my dreams.
It's new years eve and we're on a Greek mountainside. In the blink of an eye to we're in Paraparaumu and Bird is on the driveway playing a free blues on alto clarinet. The tune morphs into Scrapple From The Apple as Barry Harris joins in on bass clarinet. The tune finishes, Bird leaves and everyone starts playing tennis. Virg's serve is hard to handle. Things end with me at the local squash club hitting a few balls by myself.
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