Basin Street Blues
I’m not going to make a habit of posting youtube videos here, but this is really one of the seven best things ever. All right, twelve.
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B. Inexpectus
I’m not going to make a habit of posting youtube videos here, but this is really one of the seven best things ever. All right, twelve.
(also link to same)
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“Then I saw the host of angels; their wings were like the wings of grasshoppers, and when they rubbed their wings together, this was the music of the spheres, which I had heard in my dreams, and which I hear today, in the sound of this wondrous instrument of Monsieur Sax's creation.”
An extract from the diary of Ms Saunders. The first page is missing.
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