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Many years ago, i dated a jazz singer. We both were learning at the same time and listening to the same music. She started singing out every night and I worked on finishing college. We started growning apart and wanted other things.

I began dating this lady who was very jealous of the singer because we shared such a common interest and could talk about it for hours. The singer came to be pretty well know in our parts and that only depend her dislike for this other lady.

We began to live together, but jazz was not played in the house without her moping around and searching for attention. As the little displays came on, i listened to the music less and less until eventually, I gave playing it all together.

We moved away to New York. I consentrated on art and design and gave up playing music with anyone packed up my bass. One day I got the urge to play again. I went out and bought a bass. A few months later, we broke up and I packed the bass in storage.

Several years passed as I moved around. I only worked on art and design, forgetting about music all together. I picked up and started playing again. it's fun.

This morning, I got up and wanted to hunt down Bitches' Brew. I spent the evening walking around and listening to jazz for the first time in so many years. I never had a copy of the album until today and on the way home I remembered that my mom had it when it was little. I would hunt it down and play it on the stereo when my hands were tall enough to reach the record player. It's interesting that so late in life, I'd want to hear it again.