There's never a dull Tuesday when you live in New York, and last night was no exception.
While I watched my good friend John Trombetta tear up solos at Swing 46, I sat stage side with the great Warren Vache who taught me a thing or two about jazz, and about my musical self.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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