fig.39.09)) adjacent to none Dizzy Gillespie plays Swing Low Sweet Cadillac, the very first time I heard this, I was still in school. I had visited an old friend. We were sitting in her dining room listening to this whole album and talking about little family stuffs. Later on, I found myself copy of the album at Jazz Record Mart. I also bought some Charles Mingus or Sun Ra. I probably spent all of the money I had for food that week, but I had this sweet Dizzy Gillespie album to listen too in my empty 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 they will