The Bloody Doors Off

Apparently it’s a formal trip down memory lane tonight.

Was just reminded of the one year, for my birthday, I was taken (by rickshaw) to a jazz club on Adelaide (or was it Wellington? No, Adelaide).

Junior Mance was on the piano that night. The man was amazing. And he would hum along as he played. I bought the CD; you could hear his humming on it as well.

Unfortunately, I can’t remember who it was I went with. I wanna say Suzi, but can’t be sure.

I’m obviously in a mood to write.

There may be more tonight.