Conference Notes pg. 3

I am wondering, of course, whether any of the individuals present at this little conference have responded to the blog before. Before I ask, I try to guess. I guess that #1 might be the rhythm-free jazz combo called the Empty House, whose members I have suspected to be all the same person, playing the different parts with his mouth. I decide to be blunt.

"Are you, by any chance, connected with the jazz combo called the Empty House?" I ask.

He smiles. He nods. Otherwise, he is silent.

"Are you, perhaps, the entire group?"

"Was it that obvious?" he asks.

"It took me a few minutes."

"You are pretty good."

"So, no one else has ever picked up on this?"

"Well, since we, I mean, I, usually play in city parks, picking up on this is not usually an issue. But, yeah, you are the first to get it without seeing us, I mean me."

"Wow. I am flattered."

"You should be."

"So what brings you here?"

"Excelsior."

"Nietzsche."

"Man is to be overcome."

"So is rhythm."

"Precisely. Rhythm is so predictable, isn't it?"

"Swingin'!" says #9.

To be continued.