The space-time fabric tore suddenly in the middle of my journey. Instead of being back home I ended up in the 1960’s in a dark smokey music studio. Miles Davis is in the corner, I can make out just his profile. Bill Evans is trying out some chords on the piano over there.
I sit down at another piano and try to explain to them what I saw on my journey. I don’t seem to find the words to describe everything, but one thing I know is that I’ve experienced some great moments.