Jazz is cool. It's undeniable; it's super cool. As a genre of music, it lurks in the back of the iPod in a smoke filled subterranean playlist. Jazz does not wear sunglasses; jazz is born with dark tinted irises. In a politically correct world, jazz sensuously drinks and smokes itself to a hospital bed where… Continue reading Moon Over Soho, Ben Aaronovitch
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