black jazz

listening to a tape mix i received several years ago by an elderly man I met in an old studio I was staying in downtown Everett. The tape consists of cut up live takes of the wonderful Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers. I feel guilty for not giving it back. I'm actually surprised I found it (considering it was knee deep in a bin locked away in my storage unit...)

listening it brings me back to a song and sound of better times. the imperfections make it perfect.




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