The first time I disappeared, it was in the middle of a C-sharp minor chord.
I was playing at the Cellar Door on West 47th Street, the one past the laundromat where the sign flickers between OPEN and DEAD depending on the humidity. We were deep into a number I'd written called "Blue Stardust," and I had the band locked in that slow, dragging tempo that makes people sway without knowing why. Joe on piano was hitting the low keys hard, Benny on bass was walking a line...
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