Let the record show...

I'm in the studio on Saturday night of Labor Day Weekend.  It's quarter of eight.

I've been staring at my Jamie Dimon painting for quite a while, listening to, first, Horace Silver and the Jazz Messengers (the whole album) then an additional track titled Song for my Father then The Cannonball Adderley Quintet in San Francisco.

The Horace Silver stuff is really quite extraordinary.

Having spent most of the last two weeks in New York, this weekend is a time for recovery.  If only the Giants were playing Dallas on Sunday rather than next Wednesday ...