At my funeral I’m going to insist on on a real obscure avant garde free form jazz track played in full that goes on (and on) for at least 10 minutes

In the hope that during my dying breath I can then at least have the tiniest chuckle to myself as I picture everyone’s faces as they turn to each other in bewilderment saying “what the f’ing hell is this”?

You are all invited


2008 XXVII Platform, Bugatti Blue Roadster 4 Seater