It was pretty sweet this morning driving to work. I listened to Keith Jarrett doing Autumn Leaves live at the Blue Note. s/pretty/totally/ It was totally sweet. I got to work a little early, so I sat for two or three minutes listening to the spectacular end of the set. It ended and I said “damn that was sweet”. Out loud. No one heard me. I openned the door, turning the stereo off after three bars of Nina Simone’s House of the Rising Sun played. I can’t wait to get into the car and listen to that.
I made a mix cd. Those two tracks are on it. It is to what I was listening. This cd is inspired by a friend of mine who said he couldn’t get into jazz. He’ll probably be getting a copy, unless I find some flaws in it. I’m still not exactly sure how well it will flow.