Sunday, September 02, 2012

Pretty doesn't have to be schmaltzy.

Kenny Gee (blecchh) fans, take a listen. Lovely-but-jazzy tune for a cloudy morning on the final "official" weekend of summer. From trumpeter Lee Morgan, famously shot to death at age 33 by his common-law wife, Helen, while performing at Slugs, a New York City jazz landmark. I jammed there once or twice.

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