This music bubbled out of a roadtrip with soul daughter Katie, and is therefore dedicated to her. On the day after Katie's sister's graduation we drove up to LA from San Diego, where we had an overpriced lunch at Denny's, then toured the amazing Frank Gehry Disney Concert Hall. Then we ended up driving WAY late into the night across the California Central Valley to reach the tiny foothills mining town of Coulterville, (if you want to call that a town), to visit a friend. I distinctly remember a heated argument over possible defects in my parental concept of religious education. Also of great historical significance is the fact that this particular improvisation is the exact project that launched my interest in long, meditative, improvisational pieces for electric piano with multitap delays. Inexpensive thrills.

As a youngster I collected these notes from the glass milk bottles that were delivered to our home before dawn each morning by an actual milkman. There were four notes inside each bottle. Each note was made of a translucence of some sort, and contained an actual live baby angel. Early each morning, before the family awoke, I would steal across the house in my robe and slippers to the front door, and very quietly slip outside. Working quickly, especially when it was cold, I would shake each bottle of milk ever so gently, and then quickly open the top to let the four notes escape. Each note would float upwards like a bubble, at first, but then POP, and a little baby angel would emerge and begin to fly around. That's how angels come here, by the way. Many people do not know this. In addition to providing this information, I would like to dedicate this piece to my ever beautiful, ever gentle soul daughter, Annie.

Vague echos of the Freddie Hubbard tune...