Late Night Radio: The Flying Circus Tour

Howdy, folks, and welcome back to the show! Like any good DJ, Mother Nature spins us some B sides and deep cuts every once in a while. Have you noticed the strange new birdsong yet? 'Round about May, the trees play host to guest musicians for a few weeks. The springtime migration is in full swing, but please don't clap. Snap your fingers, instead. This is cool, man. This is jazz.

The tiny birds are called warblers. (So is my Aunt Mary, but that's another story involving the oft-maligned standard “Happy Birthday”.) We've got the Kentucky Derby to dress for, they've got spring. Boy are they fancy, decked out in brilliant yellow, orange, red, coal black, green, and blue feathers. Too good for us squares, they spend most of their time obscure in the treetops, searching for insects and calling in a high, buzzy...well, warble. John Coltrane's saxophone work on the Live at the Village Vanguard experimental jazz album has nothing on 'em.

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