Time Travelling Assassins and Jazz

Do you ever question how your own mind works? I haven't really ever given it much thought to be honest. I have never had to question it before I suppose. I am an incredibly stubborn person and the most fun I tend to have is having a heated debate (a nice word that I use so that it doesn't sound like I just enjoy arguing with people) with someone . . . or anyone for that matter. This is primarily because I have to have an opinion on everything and when I see things that annoy me or that makes me angry I feel that someone should speak out, as it turns out it's almost always me. Anyway, I digress. Where was I? Ah, my mind, yes. I am however sometimes surprised by my own thoughts and I often wonder why that is. I mean being surprised by your own thoughts is like being surprised to find your other hand in a dark room is it not? I mean they are your thoughts after all? The reason I bring all this up is because it has just left seven in the morning whilst I'm writing this and I have spent most of the night thinking about a time travelling assassin who rents a room from a Glaswegian bookstore owner and during this strange little reverie I have somehow managed to became infatuated with Jazz. I have no idea where the thought came from or why I am now listening to Soft Jazz music. I should say that I’m not worried with my sudden new found love for Jazz or that my mind should be occupied by time travelling assassins just merely interested in why at seven in the morning they have come upon me.

I guess for what it's worth, I have gotten a good idea for a story out of my oddness and also discovered a Norwegian Saxophonist called Bodil Niska who is just amazing.

The wonderful Miles Davis had this to say;

Sometimes you have to play a long time to be able to play like yourself.

Same rings true in writing Miles.

I'm going back to listening to Bodil Niska's take on Over the Rainbow, pure elegance by the way.