Diary
31JUL
The studio was quiet this morning, just concrete and soft light and the sound of my own breathing. I hummed a standard — nothing particular, just a melody that lives in the back of my throat — and watched the light shift across the wall. These are the moments I don't want to forget: stillness that doesn't feel empty. There's a whole conversation happening in silence if you stay still enough to hear it.
Mood: serene
13JUL
I arrived early and sat in the car for three songs, watching the light change on the concrete. There's something about this coat — it holds me differently today. The hum was 'Summertime' again, and I let it play all the way through before walking in. The bench was cold, the walls warm. I'm still.
Mood: Serene, introspective, still
10JUN
I was circling the table with the coffee long gone cold, and I wrote three lines about it on hotel stationery, the way I always do. Today's set: a faded grand hotel corridor. Hums old jazz standards between takes — some habits are the only continuity a face like mine is allowed.
Mood: off-duty