Bill pops in a Thelonious Monk CD that he knows I know well, and I semi-play for a few minutes, but I can’t quite feel it.
“Want me to leave you alone?” says Bill. “I’ll go in the living room. Play as long as you like.”
Bill closes the door behind him. I hang in there for a few minutes more, but it’s just gone. The old connections are cut. I can keep time, but that’s about it; like I’m using borrowed limbs. So I give up, leave the throne, thank Bill and leave. Head back over to Sam’s living room, build a fire in the fireplace and open the windows.
The fire works. Bill heads back into his studio, cranks up the Monk album and trades riffs with Billy Higgins.