Those who want to know what sound goes into my music should come to NY and open their ears.
–Thelonius Monk (1917 โ 1982)
Son, I couldn’t give you the recipe even if I wanted to. I compose my pieces with a formula that I created myself.
The only cats worth anything are the cats that take chances. You dig?
This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
Recipe for cool and hip!
๐๐ qbit ๐๐
Fair.
๐๐ Petru ๐๐
Excellent way to preserve one’s originality.
๐งก๐ Dale ๐๐งก
Truth. (K)
๐งก๐ Kerfe ๐๐งก
Cool, man. I dig that philosophy.
๐๐ D. ๐๐