April snow. / God is waiting in the garden. / Slow as a blush,
snow shifts and settles on God. / On God’s bouquet. / The trees are white nerve nets.
“To play improvised music you have to bring something to the table, not just an ability to blow into a horn and take directions. If you know what you want to do, write it down; if you’re interested in what an ensemble can do, let them play.”
Joe Giardullo
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