An Atlanta-displaced sax player now residing in laughably stellarly cleanoutcheckingaccountly housing in Fairfield County, CT due to a kind relocation assistance package from CorporateAmericaLand.
If you see me on my balcony, no, it's not "performance art." It's "practicing a saxophone without actually practicing a saxophone so neighbors don't get me evicted for disturbing the peace" art.
So when the train four hundred yards from my backyard screeches its wheels to a blood-curdling halt each evening at 11pm, I pretend it is my music of dissonance---a modern day Connecticutian interpretation of Coltrane's
Ascension....but softer.
