And they’re off!
After a delayed start, we are moving, in a big black van, in the direction of Shreveport, Louisiana. The north of the south - sort of. My final Jazz Fest show was shortly before sundown last night in a 9th ward back yard of a saloon bar on Burgundy street on a funky old upright piano, the last of several shows over the last twelve days. …
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