(~12 minutes reading time) “You sound so authentic, like one of the great big-band singers I used to hear when I was young!” The white man from Memphis—he’d told me earlier—walked toward me with his meaty hand outstretched, smiling beatifically, as if I’d just converted him to a new religion. I was touched and flattered. He and his wife were DC tourists staying in a hotel near the Cafe Europa in Bethesda, where we had just finished playing three sets of jazz standards.
Sweet dreams & flying machines
Sweet dreams & flying machines
Sweet dreams & flying machines
(~12 minutes reading time) “You sound so authentic, like one of the great big-band singers I used to hear when I was young!” The white man from Memphis—he’d told me earlier—walked toward me with his meaty hand outstretched, smiling beatifically, as if I’d just converted him to a new religion. I was touched and flattered. He and his wife were DC tourists staying in a hotel near the Cafe Europa in Bethesda, where we had just finished playing three sets of jazz standards.