Feeling a certain melancholy (perhaps you noticed), I asked West Coast Adjunct Professor of the Boogie and umbrella-misplacer Mr. Completely to give me a particularly sad piece of music; he pointed me to the Stella Blue from 10/25/73 in Madison, and as usual, he nails it.

You could just skip to it. You won’t–can’t–not with the Dark Star’s spooooooooky-just-in-time-for-Halloween Tiger Jam, and then the opening chords of the Weather Report Suite come creeping up like tendrils of plant shoots, ivy on brick. 

Life is short, life is short, life is short.