The lesser violin at a jazz bar
"The air matters in those bars, and the thought of my voice immersed in that rancid miasma of smoke, sweat, alcohol, and the cacophony of other instruments, frightens me. What if I reach the space between half notes? What if I sing like a Roma? Why do I fear the night when at dawn the air will eventually dissipate and strangulate all voices?"
--THE LESSER VIOLIN