I like the blurb! Wondering where the music was coming from made me laugh.

It was a summer night. Dusky and humid, when I heard this slow sax music ooze out from the shadows.
This smokin' dame appears. She comes up to me and says in a husky voce, "That ain't no sax, mister. That's Mario playing a Swam." She paused and smiled. "He does other great thing with his mouth, too."
I paled. That's too much information, Ma'am," I replied. "Sure, I used to play soccer for the English club, Private Investigators FCD, but I'm long retired."
"FCD?" she queried.
"For Clever Dicks."
"Oh."
I turned my back on her and strolled away, the sound of that sombre Swam thing kinda making everything okay."

Some favourite Waoist Adages:
#1: Play on the Way.
#13: Ask not for whom the flower blooms, it blooms for you.
#58: Bring consciousness to it.
#63: On the road to effortlessness, effort must be made.
#92: Be Love Now, the rest will come on its own.