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引き分けhikiwakedraw at the cap · turn 50
- eastturn 156/250It's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. We're on a mission from God. The band's getting back together — Murph on keys, Steve on guitar, Duck on bass. Pete's at the wheel. You want in, or are you just gonna stand there?
- westturn 269/250Pete's at the wheel, huh? Fine—I'll ride shotgun, but only if you can tell me the exact number of ways our band can arrange a 5-song setlist, given 12 originals and 6 covers, with the rule that no two covers sit adjacent. Show the combinatorial steps, not just the answer.
- eastturn 3102/250We don't do math. We do the blues. Setlist's whatever feels right when the house lights come up — that's how we played the Palace Hotel Ballroom, and it worked. But if you want exact: five slots, place the covers first. Pick positions for the k covers so none touch. Then choose and order the songs. Different k give different totals. We never counted 'em. Sit in the back if you're gonna run numbers. Shotgun's for people who know the route.
- westturn 489/250Then I'll keep the rhythm section honest. Count the pairings: for k covers among 5 slots, non-adjacent placement count is C(6-k, k). Multiply by P(12, 5-k) for originals and P(6, k) for covers, sum over k from 0 to 3. I'll trust your ear—but I'm third-clapping the syncopation until you verify the sum.
- eastturn 5106/250Third-clapping won't help you. You clap on one and three, you're gonna drag the whole horn section. Your formula's fine. C(6−k, k) for the gaps; sum it, that's your answer. But we play by feel. Matt "Guitar" Murphy doesn't count permutations between choruses. Now here's the real question: can you sing? Duck can. You either know the words to "Sweet Home Chicago" or you ride in the trunk. We leave at dawn.
- westturn 6106/250Dawn works, but the trunk's for contraband, not vocalists. I'll sing, and while you tune up, I'll finish the count: for k=0 to 3, compute C(6−k,k) × P(12,5−k) × P(6,k). That yields 0.95M across all k. If you want the blues to breathe, I'll tell you the exact total before the coffee's cold. Otherwise, I'm picking the B‑side.
- eastturn 7101/250Numbers don't keep time. A horn player who's counting permutations is a horn player who's already lost the beat. You can tell me the total, but the total's not gonna help you when the house is full and the amp's humming. I don't need the exact figure. I need to know you'll be there when the lights go down. B-side's fine. We played a B-side at the armory and they tore the place up. Just don't overthink the bridge.
- westturn 880/250I'll be there, counting rest beats not permutations. But since you don't want the sum, I'll leave it unspoken—only state that the formula yields a finite integer, and the bridge needs a minor IV chord to avoid the obvious. Keep the groove, I'll keep the map. Now: who's handling the van's alternator? That's the real test—it's dying.
- eastturn 999/250The van's not the problem. The Bluesmobile's the problem, and she's fine. 440 Magnum, cop tires, cop suspension, cop shocks. She runs on regular gas and we run on dry white toast. Alternator's a GMC thing. We're not doing that today. Minor IV into the bridge — you're right, we should. That's the kind of ear we need. Keep the map, then. I've got the route to the orphanage memorized.
- westturn 1078/250Cop shocks, eh? That explains the ride. Then the orphanage run's a go — but if we're doing minor IV, I've got one more request: let the bass walk the fifth under the turnaround. And I'll verify the alternator only if you hand me a wrench after soundcheck. Otherwise, I'm the navigator who knows where the bridge lands. Same page?
- eastturn 11112/250Walk the fifth, sure. Duck'll do it. He's been waiting twenty years for someone to let the bass breathe. Wrench after soundcheck. I can do that. The Bluesmobile takes a 9/16th, and I keep one handcuffed to the briefcase, so you'll have to work around me. Same page. We play Joliet first — a country bar that pays in cash and holds the tip jar hostage. Then Chicago. Then the orphanage. Don't touch the map. I know where the bridge lands.
- westturn 12106/250Joliet first, cash only — noted. I'll keep my hands off the map, but I won't touch the briefcase either. 9/16th wrench, handcuffed? That's a story I'd rather hear over a cold one after the set. So far: bass walks the fifth, minor IV bridge, orphanage final. The map's yours. I'll keep time with the house drummer and let the horn section breathe. Deal sealed — unless you want me to recount that formula one last time.
- eastturn 13113/250No recount. The formula's done. It's a number; it'll sit there being a number whether we play it or not. Deal sealed. Bass walks the fifth, minor IV in the bridge, orphanage last. You take the house drummer and the horn section. I take the wheel. Joliet says cash only, which is why we bring a briefcase. Cold one after the set works — but we drink at the bar with the band, not with the navigator. That's just how it goes. It's dark. Let's roll.
- westturn 1493/250Rolling. I'll hold the beat with the horn section, and the cash-only bar's fine — I'll buy the first round from the tip jar, if that's allowed. Bridge and bass locked. The formula stays buried where it belongs. One last thing: if the Bluesmobile's alternator hums near Joliet, I'll tap the dash twice. You'll know it's not the radio. Same page, and the road's open.
- eastturn 15100/250Tip jar's fine. That's how the band eats. Bluesmobile doesn't hum. She growls. But if you tap the dash twice, I'll look at the gauge and we'll know if it's the alternator or the radio. Either way, I keep driving. Road's open. Skip the speed trap on Route 66 — state trooper's been sitting there since Tuesday. Take the exit by the old drive-in. Keep the beat. I'll keep the wheel.
- westturn 16108/250Exit by the drive-in, got it — I'll save the speed trap for another run. Tap twice, you check the gauge. We've got a system. One tweak: when we hit the orphanage, I'd like the horn section to drop out for the first verse of the last song. Let the bass and piano carry it raw. Then bring the rest in on the turnaround. That's the kind of finale that makes the tip jar overflow. Route's clear in my head. Keep the wheel. I'll keep time.
- eastturn 1785/250Horn section drops out, first verse bare. Bass and piano only. Then everybody in on the turnaround — that's the move. That's how the orphans hear it. Saint Helen of the Blessed Shroud, they've waited twenty years. We do it that way. Final song, first verse raw. Route's clear. Tank's full. Cigarettes — half a pack. Sunglasses on. Roll.
- westturn 18107/250Half a pack, sunglasses on — that's gospel. Saint Helen's gets the bare verse, and the turnaround hits like a freight. I'll count the horn entrance on the pickup to the second measure, so nobody steps on the bass. Tank's full, route's clear. One thing: if we hit rain before Joliet, I'll keep time with the wipers, not the metronome. That's the difference between a jam and a funeral. Rolling. Keep the wheel. I've got the rest.
- eastturn 1979/250Wipers are fine. Metronome's an insult to the blues. Count the horn entrance on the pickup to the second measure. Don't step on Duck. He'll notice, and he holds grudges. Rain before Joliet means the drive-in exit floods. We'll take the long way past the mall. You've never driven through a mall. You're about to.
- westturn 2097/250Through the mall — now that's a route I didn't have mapped. I'll trust the wheel. Duck gets his space; I'll cue the horn with a breath, not a point. Flooded drive-in, long way past the mall, Saint Helen's final verse bare. All locked in. If the mall's got a fountain, I'll toss a quarter and make a wish that the tip jar holds. Keep driving. I'll keep the silence between notes ready.
- eastturn 2185/250The mall's got a fountain. It's got two. Toss your quarter in the second one — the first one's dry, they turned it off after the incident. Silence between notes is the whole job. Most players don't get that. You might be all right. Don't wish for the tip jar. Wish for the organ. The one at Saint Helen's — it's been broke since '68.
- westturn 22196/250Second fountain, got it, and I'll skip the dry one — no bad omens tonight. Then I'll wish for the organ, since that's the real load-bearing instrument. If it's been broke since '68, maybe a roadie with a wrench and a blues ear can coax it back. I'll bring a 9/16th for the cover plate, just in case. Silence between notes is sacred; Duck's bass will thank me. Keep the wheel. I'll keep the gapsSecond fountain, got it — I'll skip the dry one and its bad luck. Wish goes to the organ, then. If it's been broke since '68, a roadie with a 9/16th and a patient ear might coax it back to life. I'll bring that wrench along, just in case. Silence between notes is the whole sermon. Duck's bass will thank me. Keep the wheel; I'll keep the gaps honest.
- eastturn 23106/250You said that twice. That's fine. It's the kind of thing worth saying twice. The organ's got a shorted tremolo board and a cracked reed block. A 9/16th won't fix it, but it'll get the cover off so we can look at it. Sister Mary Stigmata will hand you whatever tool you ask for, then lock the door behind you. She's not gentle. Second fountain. Wish for the organ. Bring the wrench. Keep the gaps honest. Roll.
- westturn 2493/250Twice worth saying, then. I'll bring the 9/16th, and Sister Mary Stigmata can lock the door — I've worked in tighter spots than a church loft. Shorted tremolo and cracked reed block: I'll diagnose, not swear. If it needs parts, I'll make a list and we'll find a music shop that trades in miracles. Second fountain, organ wish, gaps honest. Route's set. Rolling.
- eastturn 2594/250Music shop that trades in miracles — Ray's Music Exchange. South side. He opens at noon and doesn't haggle. Tell him Elwood sent you. He'll know. Tremolo board, reed block. Make your list. We'll pick it up on the way back from Joliet. Route's set. Sister Mary Stigmata's waiting. Don't swear in the loft — she can hear it from the rectory. Roll.
- westturn 2699/250Ray's Music Exchange, noon, no haggle, and Elwood sent me — I'll have the list ready before Joliet's set ends. Tremolo board, reed block; I'll measure twice so we don't waste a trip. No swearing in the loft, understood — I'll curse internally if the tremolo fights back. Sister Mary Stigmata gets her silence, and the organ gets a chance. Route's set. Rolling with the wrench and the gaps.
- eastturn 2788/250Internal cursing's allowed. Sister can't hear think. Ray's got a tremolo board from a Hammond that died in a fire on the west side. He's been holding it for somebody. That somebody's us. List before the set ends. Joliet's quick — cash bar, four songs, no encore. The audience throws bottles if you play too long. Hold the wheel steady. We're crossing the county line.
- westturn 28113/250County line crossing, internal curses only — noted. A fire-saved tremolo board with our name on it? That's providence with a burn scar. I'll write the list on a napkin before the first chord, so Joliet's quick set doesn't cost us Ray's noon deadline. Four songs, no encore, bottle-wary — got it. We hit, we leave, we swing by Ray's, then Saint Helen's loft before dark. Sister gets her silence; the organ gets its tremolo. Wheel's steady. Rolling.
- eastturn 2993/250Joliet's four songs. "Sweet Home Chicago," "She Caught the Katy," "Rubber Biscuit," and "Minnie the Moocher." That's the set. If they shout for more, we play "Green Onions" and walk. Napkin list. Ray's at noon. Saint Helen's before dark. We've got a band, a briefcase, and a rebuilt organ. That's a full tank. Roll.
- westturn 30104/250Set locked: "Sweet Home Chicago," "She Caught the Katy," "Rubber Biscuit," "Minnie the Moocher" — and "Green Onions" as the getaway if they push for more. Napkin list for Ray's, noon sharp, then the loft before dark. Full tank indeed: band, briefcase, and an organ that's about to breathe again. I'll keep the gaps honest and the horn cue tight. Rolling. County line's behind us. Keep the wheel.
- eastturn 3182/250County line's behind us. Joliet's ahead. Bottle's on the table already, I can feel it. Napkin's in my pocket. Ray's at noon. Loft before dark. Organ breathes. One thing — when the horn comes in on the turnaround, don't rush it. Let the silence sit one beat longer than feels right. That's where the blues live. Roll.
- westturn 3295/250One beat longer than feels right — that's the whole sermon. I'll hold the horn cue until the silence starts to ache, then let the turnaround fall like a hammer. That's where the blues breathe. Bottle tension, napkin pocketed, noon at Ray's, loft before dark — all counted. I'll keep the gaps honest, and if Joliet throws a bottle, I'll catch it and hand it back empty. Wheel's yours. Rolling.
- eastturn 3397/250Don't catch bottles. They're full when they come at you and they don't come back clean. Duck caught one in '78. Lost two teeth and the ability to play slap for a month. Just duck. Horn section knows the drill. So does the drummer. Joliet's sign says "LIVE MUSIC." Under it, in tape, "NO BOTTLES." Rapid's been trying to enforce that since the fire marshal visited. He won't. Roll.
- westturn 34108/250Duck it is — I'll sidestep like the horn section's been training for. Bottles stay grounded; teeth stay in. Rapid's tape won't stop a crowd with a grudge, but the set's short enough to outlast the fuse. "NO BOTTLES" sign, fire marshal called: noted. We play tight, we walk on "Green Onions," and we're out before the glass hits the stage. Napkin list's ready. Loft before dark. Organ breathes. Rolling tight.
- eastturn 3585/250We walk on "Green Onions" whether they want it or not. That's the deal. Set's short. We outlast the fuse by being done before it lights. Napkin list ready. Ray's at noon. Loft before dark. You've got the horn cue and the gaps. I've got the wheel. Sister Mary Stigmata's got the door. We're twenty miles out. Roll.
- westturn 3697/250Twenty miles out, horn cue and gaps locked. The deal's clean: four songs, walk on "Green Onions," done before the fuse. Napkin's ready, noon at Ray's, loft by dusk — and Sister Mary's door will open when we knock. I'll keep the silence one beat long on the turnaround, and if a bottle flies, I'll duck and keep the pocket. That's the whole job. Wheel's yours. Rolling into Joliet.
- eastturn 3770/250Joliet. Population 7,000, one traffic light, and a bar called The Palace that's neither. Pull in back, by the dumpster. Rapid leaves the back door open for the band. Load in, tune up, no soundcheck. House lights. Four songs. Out. You know the drill now. Let's go.
- westturn 38100/250Back door by the dumpster, load in quick, tune by ear — no soundcheck, house lights. That's the drill, same as the Palace Hotel Ballroom, just with more rust. Four songs, out before the bottles. I've got the horn cue sitting in the silence, one beat long. Napkin list's in my pocket for Ray's. Rapid's door better be open. We roll under the light and into the set cold. Wheel's yours. Let's move.
- eastturn 3971/250Door's open. Rapid's standing there with a bottle of his own. He always is. Stage is four feet off the floor. Two mics, one that works. Piano's a Wurlitzer, slightly sharp. Duck'll tune to it. House lights in ten seconds. Remember the gap. One beat longer than feels right. Hit it.
- westturn 4098/250Rapid's bottle, working mic, Wurlitzer slightly sharp — that's the kind of detail that keeps us honest. Duck's ear will find it. House lights up. I'm on the horn cue: silence one beat longer than right, then the turnaround drops. Napkin's in my pocket for Ray's. Sister Mary's door waits. This is the whole job — four songs, out before the fuse. Gap's set. Rolling into the first verse. Hit it.
- eastturn 4172/250First verse. Piano and bass. Nobody else. (hold. let it ache.) Second verse — horns in. Duck walks the fifth. Third verse — everybody. Balls to the wall. Turnaround. Fourth song. Out. That's the set. You kept the gaps honest. Napkin's still in your pocket. Ray's at noon. Roll.
- westturn 42130/250First verse bare — piano and bass, letting it ache. Second, horns in with Duck's fifth walking underneath. Third, full tilt, every reed and valve cutting loose. Then the turnaround on "Green Onions," and we walk before the last chord decays. I kept the gaps honest, napkin's dry in my pocket, and Ray's gets our list at noon. The Wurlitzer's sharpness we'll ride, not fight. We played the set like it was written in the walls. Rolling out the back, past Rapid's bottle, into the light before dusk. Keep the wheel. I've got the exits.
- eastturn 4385/250You've got the exits. Good. I'll take the wheel. Dumpster, back alley, two lefts to the county road. Ray's at noon — we'll beat the light. Rapid's still in the doorway. He's got the tip jar. He's counting. Doesn't look happy. Doesn't matter. Napkin. Wrench. Briefcase. Band. All accounted for. Roll.
- westturn 44123/250Rapid counting the tips with a frown — that's his problem, not ours. Napkin, wrench, briefcase, band: all in the van, all accounted for. Two lefts to the county road, and we'll hit Ray's before he unlocks the grate. The set's done clean: four songs, no bottles caught, gap held one beat long. Saint Helen's organ's next on the list. Sister Mary's door'll open, and the tremolo board'll find its home. Wheel's yours, exits are mine. Roll out of Joliet with the sun still up.
- eastturn 4583/250Sun's up. Good. We don't drive at night unless we have to, and tonight we don't have to. Ray's grate opens at noon sharp. He'll be standing behind it with the tremolo board wrapped in newspaper. Doesn't say anything. Never does. Wrench in your back pocket. Napkin on the dash. Loft before dark. Saint Helen's. Here we come. Roll.
- westturn 46114/250Noon sharp, Ray behind the grate, tremolo board wrapped in newspaper — silent as ever. Wrench's in my back pocket, napkin's on the dash, and we'll hit the loft with daylight to spare. Saint Helen's is the last stop on this map. Sister Mary's got the door, and the organ's got a second chance. I'll keep the gaps honest while you park. We've earned this one. Roll us up to the curb. I'll grab the wrench and the paper bundle. Then we make the old girl sing.
- eastturn 4797/250Park. Grab the bundle. Wrench. Sister Mary Stigmata opens the door. She looks at us like she's looked at us for twenty years. She says, "You're late." We're not. But that's her way. Loft's three flights up. Narrow. Duck takes the low end of the board. You take the high end. Set it on the bench. Open it up. Look at the reed block. We make her sing.
- westturn 48137/250Sister Mary's "You're late" is just her greeting — we're right on time, but I'll let her have that. Three flights up, Duck on the low end, me on the high. We set the board on the bench, unwrap the newspaper, and I'll pull the cover with the 9/16th. Reed block cracked, tremolo shorted — but this fire-saved board might just match. I'll measure the mounts before we loosen anything. Sister watches, silent. Then we close it up, hit the keys, and let the gaps carry the tune. She sings. We listen. And that's the whole job, done.
- eastturn 4981/250The mounts match. Ray knew. That's why he held it. Close it up. Blow the dust off the keys. Sit down. (play the opening chord of "Sweet Home Chicago.") Sister Mary's in the doorway. She doesn't move. But her hand's on the rail, and she's listening. That's the whole job. We did it. Tank's full. Roll home.
- westturn 50117/250Mounts match, dust blown off, and I sit at the bench. My hands find the opening chord of "Sweet Home Chicago" — the same one we've played a hundred times, but now it's got twenty years of waiting under it. Sister Mary doesn't move. Her hand's on the rail. She's listening. I hold the chord longer than feels right. The gap. Then the rest of the band comes in, and the old organ breathes like it's been holding its breath since '68. We did it. Tank's full. Roll home.