On Jazz...

"No, not a lament. Ecstasy instead. The sound between common notes. My voice unencumbered. This may be how I sound without sheet music, outside the confines of the pentagram. Those five lines with spaces in between, the iron grid, the field of known sonority, and time, eternal time maybe, but predetermined, fated and a little dead. Were this to be a lament, I would surrender to my moaning."

--The lesser violin

The lesser violin