Even when you’re smiling, you remember. And that is what I call, the connective tissues of the Haiku and the Blues. There’s no solutions with the blues. You know, my dad told this joke about the first black ariline pilot in America. He said it happened at the end of WW2 (blues). He said that people got on the airplane. Only white folks flying at that time, after WW2, and the cockpit door was open, and they looked in and saw a black man sitting at the controls, right, blues, right. They sat down and start fishing for that little bell, they said, stewardess, stewardess, stewardess, and she came over her name was Mary Jane, and she said, yes? And they said, is that a negro in the cockpit? Blues, right. And she said, oh, just a minute, ah, just a minute, ah, I’ll go talk to him. And she said Jack… Jack, Jack…. why you leave that door open, people done seen you, and they ready to leave the plane. He said, calm down MaryJane, I’ll go on the intercom and I will talk to them (blues). Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, my name is captain Jack Jones, I am your pilot for this trip to LA. But before we begin let me just tell you just a little bit about myself (blues, right) I’m a graduate of Harvard University, I’m a graduate of Yale University, I’m a graduate of MIT, I’m a graduate of Oxford University, and in WWII I taught all of the pilots how to fly, so if you will just settle down and calm down, I will see, if I can get this big motherfucker off the ground, You know. That’s a Blues.