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01/01/2004 Entry: "Day one."

Last night's jam session had its moments. The drummer, an older fellow, must have organized it. He brought in his kit and a sequencer. The sequencer was too loud but the crowd was glad that it drowned out my guitar.

I played Man of Constant and Three is a Magic number, like always. Everybody left, but then came back when I stopped playing.

One of the managers from a NY jazz club in the 50s recalled booking Bird this one time, and Bird in turn booked a really bad country group to go on in between sets. People got up and left in droaves. The manager told them to stop playing and get off the stage. Parker said if they go he goes too. He was a-schemin', you see, to get more turnaround by vacating seats for each set. Pretty sneaky, Sis.

The house party was a real riot. It was still hopping when we got back around 4. The entire house looked like a warzone the next day. Someone lost the key to my loo, but it was found the next day. Martin's bike was stolen.
Wee was a big hit; she gave an utmost eloquent and lengthy toast to the coming of a new year. She reminded us to cherish the boundless possibilities that lie ahead of us rather than waste one single drop more of precious energy brooding over the unrevertable errors of the past. Well, she said it much better than I could; she is truly wise beyond her months.