For those of you who have felt deprived . . .
I just received an email of the innocently self-promoting kind from a jazz artist who shall remain nameless. The email invited me to a performance by this musician at what was described as “New York’s longest running jazz club.”
At moments like this, I regret even more than ever that I am not skilled at drawing. Imagine! A jazz club, unutterably lengthened from the front entrance to the stage, moving more quickly than Roger Bannister, suitably attired in shorts and running shoes. Oh, the mind reels! And proofreading — obviously a skill with the same currency as ornamental napkin-folding.