While I'm at it here's an old jazz song that got me through many weary nights drinking rum while Big Frank smoked cigars and my old life passed before my eyes into today's godless path. I got this on the original vinyl at the bottom of a bookshelf full of records in the Salvation Army of Hempstead while on my way to an Artificial Brain rehearsal. It was one of those finds that justifies all the hours of my life I've wasted looking in thrift store record bins. I never looked at piano the same.
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