Martha was getting sick and tired of nothing but big bands and crooners. She needed a little sass in her life, a little jazz. She craved something more than songs about dreamy eyes and stars and mooning over dead sailors. No, she needed something raucous, a little Wynonie Harris mayhaps? Lord, but the neighbors would die if they knew she was listening to race records and sex and whiskey. Good, she thought, spin it.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Spinning Round
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