Lesson learned

When I'm bored, I google people. I like to see what random things I can find out about them. For the most part, I google people that I don't talk to anymore, old boyfriends, random acquaintances, etc.

Every once and a while I find something.

The other night I made the mistake of doing a search on Sax.

I know. I know. You're thinking, "Come on, girl. Let it go. Move on." Believe me, I've repeated the same mantra to myself.

Back to the search.

I found a recent podcast that was recorded about two weeks ago.

For those of you who don't know, Sax's alias isn't very creative on my part. He's a saxophone player.

Over the summer, he played me a recording he had recently done with a bunch of other musicians in Kansas City. It's free jazz. They're releasing the CD soon, and a music website interviewed a couple of them about the improvisation and the album. Of course, Sax had to be one of them. And of course, I had to download it once I found it since I am a masochist and all.

Sax only answered a few questions, but I could still hear him laughing in the background when he wasn't. It was bittersweet to hear his voice, one of the things I really liked about him.

And when the interview questions were sandwiched in-between clips from the CD, I remembered the times when he played it for me this summer.

I should have my google privileges taken away.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.