improv

I knew the line, some sort of deconstruction of the melody from sesame street, played in minor. The last few rehearsal jams we had together, the saxophone player had toyed with it, and we passed it around and mutated it until it's callbacks, like now, were unrecognizable to the original line. the permutations and accents we had each given it had become like personal jokes we were telling, so that as I heard the feralized jingle I involuntarily grinned.