Several months ago, I was thinking of jazz musicians back in the day who would lay down tracks in a studio or play in a club and the chemistry that they created. If you could just cut out small pieces of time to preserve those moments, you could preserve the feeling the musicians generated, the ambiance, the emotions of the moment. Recordings do this to an extent but you don’t always get the full picture, it’s like looking at individual paragraphs bereft of the whole story. I got a burst of inspiration and came up with the story that follows.

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