March 20, 2003
Duke Ellington invaded my dreams last night looking like the incarnation of God Himself. Or at least how I've imagined God to look. Duke was all energy and genius barely noticing me for the piano before him but welcoming all the same. He played a few bars of something light and playful and birds filled the air. He shifted to something cool and moody and the seas parted for the dry land. The rhythm section kicked in and there were creeping things aplenty. Duke sang a riff of something lovely and simple heralding the gardener and her husband.