The story is not mine. It belongs to my friend, Mike. I first heard it performed in May of this past year, with cello, clarinet, and Chinese mouth organ. I had never heard nor seen a Chinese mouth organ before this night. Pretty beautiful sounding, if you ask me.
Anyway, this improv put me right to sleep as I listened to it, laying on my back in the middle of the living room. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, but I guess it's a thing.
Here we go, Day 77: https://ia600704.us.archive.org/11/items/Improv103011/10_30_118_19Pm.mp3