Le Jazz Hot

I think my neighbors may be listening to a symphony composed entirely of motor vehicle horns. Most unpleasant. Good thing I recorded this little Gershwin diddy before they made their obnoxious way home.

A toast to those lost loves, those loves that we had to leave, or those loves that just wandered away…

And on the Seventh Day She… Sang

No rest for the wicked, as they say. Also, sitting inside and listening to the rain pouring and splish-splashing outside made me a little stir crazy. So, here’s a tune that always makes me feel like grabbing a mop, or a broom, or an unsuspecting friend and start twirling around.