This Courvoisier is getting the better of me so pardon me whist I ramble
as if rambling with a bunch of GoFs is an unusual activity
and sometimes clear and sometimes mysterious but always both and that's me
part of the Brown Buffalo in my tale is a certain Colombian who in a moment of insanity guides me on the old F1 circuit of Watkins Glen
It's his father's Jaguar that I never drove
and lest ye be wondering, this event is in
very large part something to do with Jerry and the boys at Cornell.
So. If you
don't know what happened there, then there isn't a great deal to say. From my personal perspective it looks like
The timeline when I'm freshly ashore in the states with what looks like a world wide open as I sit looking west with ThisGuy from the rooftop of a Cornell <ahem>
annex known as The Lizard Ranch. I've a brand new bass, a saxophone I can't give away, and
this would be the cognac talking or something
I'm in the states for the foreseeable future, so be it. Will fix ASAP. Grumpy.
this very day as I wrestle
one last [strong language] piece of paperwork with
ThisGuy's name on it on
my bank account, and am actually typing the email as the phone rings
I see is is from the people in Chicago
can't answer it
just this second

ring back and it's a deal, I'm in Chicago to talk in great seriousity
this is very, very, very good
Not. Grumpy.
Cognac. Plus
This works.
Already thinking what bass to take when I return.