THE RHYTHM OF MY DAYS, MEASURE BY MEASURE, BY ZANE GLAUBER 2012
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It’s six o’clock. From down the hall, I hear my mother’s footsteps approaching. The door opens.
“Time to get up!”
I make the journey from my warm bed to the hard oak of the kitchen table downstairs. Racing thoughts about the day's events, upcoming tests, hours of inevitable homework are silenced as the Miles Davis sextet walks out onto the stage in my mind. There’s a round of applause and the group starts playing.
The men look at Paul Chambers on bass as he thumbs the familiar riff of...
