blue. jazz in the shower, & then requiem in the city. yesterday was beautiful. played guitar on my fire escape, baked banana bread. watched a ginger fluff play.

feeling a little vulnerable. don't know why. it's not a feeling i like.

gonna go sit in the pretty feelings of sad, smoky chanteuses/pianos/bass/guitars. that's what good jazz bars are for, besides pre-hook-up cocktails, and honest conversations with strangers.