Jazz lessons at the Marsalis apartment

Thank you to my moms for sending me the link to apply for the NYU writing program. After philosophizing with a dude from 66th and Amsterdam in the class I found myself in the apartment of Wynton Marsalis, watching the sun set over the Hudson River while consciously experiencing and commenting on the complexities of Simeon’s father’s music.


Now that the world is upside down, like the map of the world that hung above my bed, I think we are ready to turn on the lamp at the bedside table and read before we go to sleep,  consciously returning to our unconscious state of lucidity… all the while being fully aware of our intentions…

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