Someone asked me my one best memory of this trip. Without a doubt it has to be having dinner with the family that hosted me in Grenoble 24 years ago now. Beyond that, though, I had trouble picking out just one moment that stood out more than the rest. Last night, however, I remembered just what that one moment was: listening to jazz at Le Piano Vache.
I've heard good jazz live before. I thought it was good anyway. I had never heard anything like the trio we heard there. Two guitars and a bass player. I really can't explain how I felt or why necessarily. It was like a drug. If I could feel that way all the time, I would do it.
I've heard good jazz live before. I thought it was good anyway. I had never heard anything like the trio we heard there. Two guitars and a bass player. I really can't explain how I felt or why necessarily. It was like a drug. If I could feel that way all the time, I would do it.
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