John Scofield & Pat Metheny
I Can See Your House From Here

THE REVIEW

J: Hi P...
P: J, how are you?
J: Good, I've been wanting to organize a party for quite a while.
P: Really?
J: Of course, with you first and foremost.
P: I'm honored, and can I know who else will be there?
J: No problem, I was thinking of that old wise man who is basically a rock,
but can be a poet and soar like a swallow if you ask him. Then my friend who
has a great connection with saxophonists (and I love him for this) and with melody is also coming. Together the two of them are a sure thing!
P: Women?
J: They are welcome, remember to bring that red-haired friend of yours. She may be talkative but she knows how to capture attention...
P: I'll also bring you a surprise... with a graphic touch! Can I send an invitation message
to a friend of mine/ours about it?
J: Are you talking about that colleague of the old wise man? Why not?
P: Okay, let me know soon about the date and place so I can arrange, please.
J: You have a way of being that resonates with me, I've been telling you this for years.
P: We've respected each other forever...
J: You speak my language, P. It doesn't matter what or who, my wish is that it be a party for everyone
who will have the desire and pleasure to be there!
P: Alright J, see you soon.
J: Wait P, there's something strange. From the window, it looks like I see in the distance about ten people
with a camel in tow.
P: Is there by any chance a blonde guy on the camel?
J: No...