In Memory of Quincy Jones

"How long you been doin' this, Brother?" the soul asked him directly, leaning on the podium. "Uh ... well ... a couple thousand years," Peter sputtered, caught off guard by the question. "Although time is ... kind of irrelevant here." "Well, as a soul in line, you are the vibe and it is worthy," the soul added, nodding and looking around. It grinned from ear to ear, and then offered its hand to Peter in a fist bump. "This is excellent," the soul commented to itself, looking around. "To be here, where it all resolves ... that's just everything, man. The bounce of this place is legit." Peter nodded awkwardly, self-consciously, and continued to look down at his hand. No one had ever given him a fist bump before and that, he would tell the soul as soon as he could recover himself a bit, was the worthy thing - the seen thing, the thing that built connection and made music.