I've been to Idaho twice.
Idaho?
No, U da hoe.
No, seriously.
To Idaho, twice, for the Lionel Hampton Jazz Festival where I competed as a vocalist for BC bOp.
And while not overly trained or thoroughly studied in the art form with its standards, solos, scat and so on, I love it. So much.
So I spent the hours I sat in traffic on my way home from the Cape this evening listening to highlights from the American Songbook on a radio station I'm pretty sure only 70 year olds and Snowbirds know exists.
And it was so romantically lonely. But in the loveliest way.
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