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Jazz is people talking, laughing, crying, building, painting, mathematicizing, abstracting, extracting, giving to, taking from, making of.
In other words, living.

 
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willis conover
   

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Spuds
(David X. Young's Jazz Loft, 04/65) 11:34


Bob Brookmeyer - valve trombone
Dave McKenna - piano
Jimmy Raney - guitar
Jim Hall - guitar
Bill Crow - bass
unknown drums

nights of incandescence

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