Like an over-arching bow in the hands of a linguistic warrior ‘Serendipity’ and ‘Epiphany’ drop in the same sentence.
That is exactly the twaddle I often blubber, on an overly-whiskied night, to justify my existence.
Then, Dave Brubeck died and the ‘Epiphany’ about the ‘Serendipity’ hit home.
I discovered jazz bunking school going to a buddy’s house.
At 13, I heard Take 5.
Serendipity: Bunking school to watch porn, but ending up listening to Brubeck and being converted to jazz forever
Epiphany: Brubeck dies, damn, Take 5. I have forgotten who I really am. I’m a jazz junkie.
