So now you can add liar to your list of pet names for me. The 1930s Jazz Residency seems to be unavoidably gasping its last breaths. I have taken on the project of moving myself and rickety truckload of instruments to a newer and more humble abode - far away from the comforts of a dependable intraveneous drip of Riesling, a pair of reliable wingmen, and harem of talented sirens.
I leave you to your conclusions. . .

In the meantime,
the Orchestra will be working away at their counterpoint. I'll be looking for the elusive melody/malady.

And I hope to see you soon.

Good things coming in May. . .