Do you know what I love about jazz? Or jazzed-up standards anyway?
No matter what year it is, no matter where I am located, no matter what I am drinking, no matter what I have in my bank account, When I close my eyes and listen to Ella crooning a Gershwin tune, I am without spatial time or place.
When I close my eyes, I am dressed in a sophisticated timeless glamour, saying only the most perfect and witty anecdotes… Life is simple, without consequence.
Can that feeling ever be produced when the music is off and my eyes are open?
No matter what year it is, no matter where I am located, no matter what I am drinking, no matter what I have in my bank account, When I close my eyes and listen to Ella crooning a Gershwin tune, I am without spatial time or place.
When I close my eyes, I am dressed in a sophisticated timeless glamour, saying only the most perfect and witty anecdotes… Life is simple, without consequence.
Can that feeling ever be produced when the music is off and my eyes are open?
