Been a strange tough old week. Maybe just the product of getting into things after being so unwell.

I managed last week by listening to Miles Davis at the Blackhawk San Francisco (the full Friday and Saturday night sets). Miles at his most exuberant, post Coltrane pre Shorter.

This week I'm having to chill down a bit with Bill Evans - the Waltz for Debby live at the Village Vanguard album.

Both live albums and the sound of the two is just ... there. Make me breath better. Even though they are cds, it does make you long for the days of analogue, warm and bright.


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