Can you braid my hair she says in the morning sometimes while we’re waiting for the bus. I wish I knew how to do the herringbone thing but she doesn’t care, just make it tight she says, indeed it is within my skillset as is currently playing Autumn Leaves and Fly Me To The Moon. I practise in a few different keys but mostly Bb keeps me intrigued. Over the telephone I played them for my mother, assumed she would be impressed since most of her life she’s politely smiled that my focus has been pianistic whackadoodology but her actual love is this type of jazz. I thought it a shoe-in to please her, instead she said I was all over the place. It was true, I was playing all over the place, pretending to be a bigshot. It would sound better if you played it slower she said. I had a fight many years ago with an old friend. It was a heavy end of the relationship fight. I have not seen him since but in my dream last night I went to his apartment, just walked in and surprised him and told him everything that happened between us is no big deal, let’s be friends again. I think he was offended that I had the nerve to walk in uninvited and speak my mind to him but I stood my ground, felt right and clean. Later after waking up I recalled the dream it was a little amazing, I wonder whether I really could be this mature in real life, assuming this waking part is real life. Could I braid his hair, play him a standard and forget about it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"