white heat

1. there is a bug crawling up the wall as i type this, emerging from the back of the monitor like an emcee coming out of the curtains prior to the staging of some play. in other times and under certain circumstances the dramatic bug would have ended up quashed against the wall like a black dot on white paper. but i do not want the new tenants in the adjacent unit to cast aspersion on my character this early, (or this late: time check is close to midnight.) someday, at some godly hour, at some godly opportunity, both cockroach and neighbor will know the inanity of my scale.

2. playing on my stereo at this moment is a cd called "the songs of west side story", with various artists providing cover to bernstein and sondheim's modern version of a romeo and juliet musical in a manhattan setting. the actual track is the haunting "one hand, one heart" by the r&b artist tevin campbell, and four tracks away, which i await, is chick correa's version of "prelude to the rumble".

3. i don't now why i am playing this cd, or why i have not played this for years. i like west side story and i have seen this musical in every medium possible: stage, film, television - you name it - and in high school we even presented excerpts during our foundation day to much acclaim.

4. speaking of chick correa, when i was still in the philippines somebody told me he was the consensus greatest jazz pianist in the world, closely followed by the filipino bobby "wildman" enriquez who wowed his audience by bashing the keys to some jazzy melody with his fists and elbows.

5. the bug is gone. someday i will kill you, pesky bug, with my own bobby enriquez fist or elbow.

6. dwyane wade, don't fail me please or i will squish my neighbor in every possible angle if the dramatic bug fails to show up at this same time on sunday.

7. there's a place for us, somewhere a place for us.

8. that bug looked like jason terry.

9. i'm falling asleep.

10. go heat.