Hot summer night...

No, not here. No summer to speak of here. Just a song that came back into my periphery tomight. In my adventures of sorting and cleaning up the house (progress has been made), I've come across a few journals and notebooks that I set aside to read through. Anyways... I mentioned this song in one of them. It is Sweet Sorrow, by Joshua Redman, and it always reminded me of a hot summer night. I remember I saw him play live once, but don't recall anything about the concert itself. It may well have been the last one I went to.

I don't know what it is... there's just something about it. The sax sings... but it also speaks. (Even my cat loved this song.)

(Update: Oh... I am giving this particular notebook a four star "holy crap" rating. There are several "poems" in it, that I find absolutely ... uncharacteristic. It is from 1996/1997, and the funny thing is that on the very last page, I wrote a note that I read it over on May 22, 2008. It says... "Holy crap was I ever full of crap.")