Hound Dog Blues

I am distracted today because I smell like somebody else! I smell like shredded soap. The generic deodorant I usually buy changed their regular scent to "Irish Spring" - blechhh! I feel like my dog who needs to go roll in the leaves and mud after her bath. I'm all nose - a Russian Jewish hound dog.

Last night I blew my heart out at the News Cafe blues jam. Sometimes I get lucky and there is no fear, just breathing. Last night was one of those nights. I love using my body to push air. I would love to try a sousaphone because I love the way it wraps around like a serpent. But I'll admit I am partial to reeds.