Washing ghat

Mixed up confusion as Mr Dylan wrote...

day something in varanasi, walking up past the main burning ghat and a pause at the sunken temple beyond. It's quieter to the north, feet seeming to halt at the burning ghats: further there's an approximate quiet, never silence but...

And the jam suffered from a soprano sax and the surreal pretensions of its owner...looking for some weird art blakey vibe, telling aj off for using notebooks...that real music is spontaneous...I thought of bird and his take on loverman and Coltrane's my favourite things...of bungs take on mairis wedding at a recent jam...of many things which merged into a darkening caricature of a muzo ..