Today's improv was pretty different than the kind of stuff I usually do.  It also seems kinda unfinished.  I started with some sort of rhythmic, geometric stuff, and it turned into a drunken gypsy waltz, which in turn became, I don't know what you call it, but some different, slower gypsy dance.  Sort of reminiscent of Bartok Romanian Dances.  I only wish I had remembered what it was that I had started with, so I could return to it again at the end, but it simply vanished from my memory.

Why gypsy music?  Not sure.  Maybe we can chalk it up to my 25%, pure, unadulterated, Hungarian roots.  Whatever that means.

Here we go, Day 32: