fig.39.09)) adjacent to none Dizzy Gillespie plays Swing Low Sweet Cadillac, like it's the very first time I've heard it, I was in school, visiting an old friend. Sitting in her dining room we listened to the whole album, talking about little family stuffs. Later on, I found myself copy of the album at the Jazz Record Mart. Where I also bought some Mingus or Sun Ra. I probably spent all of my money for a whole week on these, but I had this sweet Dizzy Gillespie now. I had it and I would hear it in my kitchen. I don't listen as much as I did. I have more music now, but I also have less quiet inside of me. Behind the house, writing before opening the gallery on Saturdays, there's an artist. In the morning, they often have coffee and cigarettes here. Sometimes they share breakfast with a partner, another artist or someone named Katt. They're neighbors. They like to talk about the scale of elephant jokes and the slow tease of perfect coffee makes them giggle. At night t...