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Expected publication March 2, 2027
We played ragtime the rest of the evening, well into the morning. I listened with new ears while we played. Our rhythms, our intervals, the sliding, the bending, and all the while I composed my own music. None of what we were playing could be composed, but it, in fact, was, by all of us. In my mind, that first night, I realized that I could write what was being played and create a new space for improvisation, a space for a new language. Even then, in that free and soulful and brilliant music I could hear the chains of eighteenth-century harmonies clanking on my ankles. (from a chapter titled "L’Istesso Tempo")
"You can only kill me once, so I might as well enjoy it." Then he laughed.