And art goes on with new grout for the cracks. Here is a book that finally finished itself. Chris’s vibraphone inserted itself on the left where you see the rising steps of the metal bars and the fluorescent mallets that turned themselves into roses. And on the right you find Chris and Colleen in a new environment with flowers from someone really appreciated the neighborly pot of chicken soup. And in the center, the cello and the vibes swirl all around in memory.
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Sometimes in the studio I hear a familiar singer and think, “that sounds like Colleen”. And there it is in the iPad playlist — “Something Forgotten, Remembered”.
One more view of the book.
Be well, C and C. The Wildcard and I miss you.