It starts with some sort of gossip. Voices that are distant, distorted, but jolly. Laughter. “Let ‘em have it, boys.” And then… Drums! Kick, bump, kick, bump. But then… Jazz! Do-wah-dah, do-wah-dah, do-wah-bah-do! The entire thing is repeated in a flash, but lower, with a more sultry, seedy, forbidden undertone. Until… “How lucky can one guy be?”…Continue Reading “Mindsways Enthusiasm Quotient”