If you’ve been reading the dolorous saga of the Red Knapsack, you know that I have come to a decision.
Against the advice of my invisible accountant and my nonexistent financial staff, I have ordered another (identical) camera, batteries, tripod . . . the minimum.
Frankly, I have become so attached to the idea of video-recording the best music for JAZZ LIVES and for posterity that if I thought I couldn’t do it, I would be seriously depressed.
More than a dozen of my pals have suggested that I should start a Kickstarter program to raise money; I should solicit contributions. “If there’s anything I can do, please let me know,” a number of dear people have written.
I am so uncomfortable asking people for money that it is nearly a phobia. It may be that I am truly aware that I am a member of a privileged class, and that millions of people across the world would consider my privations to be an indescribable luxury. How many people, after all, don’t have computers, cameras, blogs — you can finish the list. A video camera is a serious luxury to people who aren’t warm or well-fed or well-housed.
But enough people have asked me to set something up, so I have. It is a PayPal account, and I’ve seen that it works.
Now — in deep seriousness and sincerity — I am not counting friendship and love in dollars. I will love you no less if you can offer nothing. But I can promise you gratitude for anything you can do, comfortably.
So here it is. And I will say no more about this subject. Except THANKS TO EVERY ONE OF YOU.
Extra credit if you can identify the source of the title, too.
Here’s an appropriate soundtrack, I think — Henderson’s jaunty 1925 MONEY BLUES — with help from Louis, Joe Smith, and Hawkins:
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And my readers and listeners and emailers have already increased my happiness a millionfold, so it is natural to write
May your happiness increase.