Things take a bit of a left turn here. Something about Bb didn’t lend itself to hammering out sloppy blues on it for me. The result is more lyrical and haunting than what happened in C or F. I’m seeing my technical limitations quite a bit in this process, not to mention the degree to which my 113-year-old Heintzman upright is in need of a tune. But I’m finding lots of new stuff. It feels good.