Jazz for aficionados

John Wright:

Excellent!!  Was not familiar with him.   Judging by the price of his CDs on Amazon, he will placed on 'the one that got away' list.

Cheers

Btw, The South Side could just as well be called 'The Mississippi Delta (North).'

That was the West Side.

I'm not exactly an art critic, but I have spent a lot of time at the St. Louis Art Museum;


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As I recalled, I liked the Dutch Painters;


    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwJmO3I9lWw


I don't know about Randy Westons philosophy, but I certainly liked his music. I didn't hear as much Africa in that music as the cover might indicate; just a touch of North Africa, but not too much, sounds primarily like hip jazz.

I don't think that cover would be hung in the Art Museum, but as I stated, I'm not an art critic.

Great art clip.   The Dutch were truly Masters.  The detail is amazing.

Cheers

When I lived in the city, there was a film festival that was held at night in the Art Museum, and my wife didn't want to go, so I had to go it alone, and some very strange, even scary things occurred that night on my way to the museum.

As I was driving down one of the main thoroughfares, I coincidentally changed lanes several times as a car a few lengths ahead of me changed lanes. (I hope that guy doesn't think I'm following him) He turned left on N Kingshighway Blvd & Natural Bridge, and so did I (that was the way to the Art Museum). We drove a long way down Kingshighway before he made a right turn off Kingshighway and I kept going straight.

After this I breathed a sigh of relief; don't need some paranoid dope dealer to think that I'm following him, those guys shoot first and ask questions later.

I drove for a mile or two before I reached the turnoff into Forest Park, inky black dark at night Forest Park. Boy am I glad I'm not still coincidentally following that same car into this deserted park at night. The next thing I know, this same car appeared a few car lengths ahead of me in this dark deserted park; that's when my pulse began to race and I could hear my heart beat. Fortunately, he sped up and disappeared out of the park, we were both thinking the same thing; he thought I was following him, and I thought that he thought I was following him when I was just trying to reach the Museum which was in the park.