A person can lose three or four months! How does that happen? I'll tell you how that happens. A person dances the night away (ahem, frequently) at The Rhythm Room in Phoenix, and before you know it, it's June in Arizona and 110 degrees. What better way for the gathering of hot blues to make cool poems? Word is, there's a Chicago drummer on his way, and even though he dances behind the beat, he owes me one. Dance. James Knowles.