Naturally, the conversation turned to music, improv, classical, flamenco, what have you... and it made me want to re-dabble in some of those sounds for a while. So I did. But I won't let you listen to that. At least not yet. That's an entirely different language, and it will probably be a while before I'd be willing to share that hackneyed mess with the world.
So today, you get another blues. Again, not sure why. But I have always felt that the blues and flamenco are very very similar, just one has the whole Sephardic twist. The soul is the same: intimate, guttural, painful, lonesome cries, exiles from the caverns of the heart.
Here we go, Day 14 (wow, two weeks!): https://ia700701.us.archive.org/23/items/Improv82811/8_28_1112_52Pm.mp3