songS oF innocencE & experiencE: DDR: The Worlds of Jazz André Hodeir

Well, this will be the end of the Hodeir Jazz thing--since he didn't write any more books on the subject. Though maybe not the end of the Jazz reading thing...as there are a couple of books I've been considering as a way of pushing deeper into this territory.

For instance...I've been thinking about a Dizzy Gillespie's autobiography To Be, or Not--To Bop pretty much since I started on this Hodeir jag. I remember checking it out from the Baltimore library when I was just a little feller...but never finishing it. I'd checked the Louisville Free PL and they didn't have it, so I was looking for a reasonably priced copy at the usual suspect places...and then for some reason I checked the library again, and guess what? They'd just ordered a copy.

I think they heard me crying. So I put in a request, and it just came in a minute ago, and when I checked my account it was shipped to me yesterday. Sometimes the universe answers, man. So maybe I'll do that after I finish Hodeir. I'll test the waters and see. I'd also like to read a bit about Miles Davis, who strikes me as an extraordinarily interesting fellow. Though from what I know, he was also kind of an awful person, so maybe I should stay away from that. Finding out your heroes have feet of clay is one thing. Finding out that they're vicious motherfuckers who like to hit women is another.

Anyway....

So many choices. What a wonderful world this is for people who love to read, isn't it?

Day 1 (Jazz Day 19 / DDRD 1,597) March 16, 2022

Read to page 20. And it's immediately apparent that this is going to be a more difficult book that my previous Hodeirs. For one thing, it's Jazz criticism written in the form of creative prose of varying sorts--the first piece, which is primarily about Thelonious Monk, is written as a short story, with various narrative approaches...one of which is a stream of consciousness thing which really takes some careful steps, akin to walking a path through a minefield, I think. It's actually quite effective, but it also takes more time and more concentration. Also, I'm pretty sure that the number of words per page is far higher here, just from eyeballin' it. And lastly, it's a longer book page-count-wide: 279 of them. Oh, wait a minute...that's actually shorter than Jazz: Its Evolution and Essence. Well, I guarantee you that the word count is quite a bit higher for Worlds. So even though I'm enjoying it so far, I'm already wondering if I can keep to a twenty page per day pace, and I KNOW that it's unlikely that I can do more--whereas with Worlds I was packing down 30 and sometimes more pages per day. S'okay. I didn't have anything else on the schedule.

Two things I wanted to remember:

(1) Hodeir has Monk thinking about how he develops his music by way of "mistakes," and at one point he is trying to remember or re-find a mistake he had made previously. As he searches the keyboard, he comes upon something, then thinks, "No, I made the wrong mistake." I think this should be applied to any reasonable theory of education.

(2) This:

I think this is one of the keys to life, actually.

P.S. Speaking of Jazz...look what the Library Cat just dragged in:

And that Dizzy Gillespie book is brand fuckin' new, too. Very exciting!

Day 2 (Jazz Day 20 / DDRD 1,598) March 17, 2022

Read to page 40. The reading was less difficult this time. For one thing, that first story, with its stream of consciousness bits, ended, and the second story was written in a more conventional / accessible style. For another thing, I think I'm getting used to Hodeir's prose style at this point...which is quite different from his critical style. In fact, I've kind of stopped a couple of times to think, "You know, this Hodeir fellow can actually WRITE."

At one point in the second story...which is science fiction (!) and involves a trip to the world of Jazzinia, Hodeir sneaks this bit in:

Well. There's no indication of it (not even in the footnote at the end of that sentence), but this is straight off the pages of Waiting for Godot. It made me happy. So happy that when I was heading home from dropping #2🌞 off at work I stopped in at Half-Price Books and picked up these beauties...which I had been thinking about picking up for about a week.

I had talked myself out of it, despite the fact that one was selling for $3 and the other for $8, which is pretty much an outright steal. I think the full set (in a cardboard thingie) cost $100 when it came out, and it now goes for $450 to $639.22 on Amazon. So I guess I owe Hodeir for that, don't I?

Anyway, I finished the second story and started the third. The first two were dominated by the ghost of Thelonious Monk, for sure. Which doesn't surprise me, as toward the end of Towards Jazz it was clear that Hodeir saw Monk as THE breakthrough guy of the day.

I'm also thinking that when this Jazz Reading Festival is over it might be a good idea to go on a Samuel Beckett jag, hmmm?

Meanwhile...240 pages, and I think 20 per day is do-able, so 12 days before I decide whether To Dizzy or Not to Dizzy. And if Not to Dizzy, I am thinking it's Beckett Time.

Day 3 (Jazz Day 21 / DDRD 1,599) March 18, 2022

Read to page 63...a little extra because I was finishing up a story. This one was written two columns per page, and it took me several pages before I realized that they were two separate stories running simultaneously (as opposed to a story just running in two columns). Oh well.

Day 4 (Jazz Day 22 / DDRD 1,600) March 19, 2022

Read to page 80.

Day 5 (Jazz Day 23 / DDRD 1,601) March 20, 2022

Read to page 88, then skipped to page 100 and read to page 112.

I'll go back for 89 through 99...maybe later today, maybe tomorrow... but I just couldn't take any more of it today. The "story" "Outside the Capsule" started on page 79. And at first I thought it was pretty inventive...told in a poetic style. Of course, I only read two pages of it yesterday. Today when I started on the third page, there was a sub-section entitled "ANALYSIS BY THE F.B.I." and I thought that was kind of funny, especially as the writing was still in poetic form. The thrill wore off quickly, however, as Hodier continued an "analysis" of Jazz music which was tedious and at times incomprehensible. With respect to the latter, that might have been in part because my understanding of music and musical terminology is so limited, but part of it was also due to the fact that Hodeir was constantly using neologisms (at least I think they were), apparently for comic effect--E.g.: "Yelb! Yelredda! Yenracyrrah!"--which I just found childish and tiring. I tried to hang in there, especially since the end of this "story" would coincide with the end of Today's Twenty, but I just couldn't take it anymore. So I turned to the next part (Pat Two: THE SENSE OF VALUES) and picked up there. Much better.

There was one line in the second part of my reading today which I thought was worthy of preservation and comment:

"Familiar surroundings are the best shield against fear." (108)

Not that it's particularly insightful, but that it encapsulates something which I have to think about all the time with my autistic son. To him, being in unfamiliar territory is a cause for panic and despair. Even going home by a different route can induce fear in him sometimes. A change in the weather is disastrous. A change in the television schedule or, even worse, a disruption in electricity to the house, is pretty close to being the apocalypse. And I understand it. I get really depressed and anxious when things change, too. But my fear is a pygmy to Joe's.

So there was that.

Also, page 111 was folded down...

...and no other page in the book is.

I conclude that that was the end of the line for whoever read this book before me...and maybe for the only other person to have read this copy. If so, I'll be you that it was "Outside the Capsule" that brought them down.

P.S. I haven't taken much of a look at To Be or Not--To Bop yet, but I am feeling a little averse to it because of its length. On the other hand, I did find this little beauty--

--on my bookshelf, and at 200 pages I'm thinking

that it might be a perfect follow-up to the Hodeir Trilogy.

News as it happens.

Day 1 (Jazz Day 23 / DDRD 1,601)

To Be, or not...to Bop

I probably shouldn't put it in writing, since I'm not

at all sure that I can or will sustain it, but I started

reading To Be, or Not...to Bop by Dizzy Gillespie

with Al Fraser today. It's got 19 pages of pre-book

and 552 pages of book (grand total of 571 pages),

so we're talking about a month's worth of DDR...

and I'm really not sure that I have it in me to do that.

But I read the pre-book and 23 pages of book today,

and I found it pretty interesting (despite the fact that

Dizzy hasn't gotten anywhere near his being a Jazz

musician yet), so Just In Case, I thought I'd make

it official and start keeping track of things now. If I

poop out on it, I'll fess up and move on to something

else. One thing that impressed me right off the bat

was the way that the book runs straight from Dizzy's

mouth for the main thread, but then the narrative breaks

and we hear from other folks who were interviewed

for their side of the story. Makes for a very interesting,

3D kind of approach...and I don't think I've ever seen

a biography take that tack previously. So surprise,

surprise, surprise...we're off, you know.

Day 6 (Jazz Day 24 / DDRD 1,602) March 21, 2022

Read pages 89 to 99, then 113 to 120, so back on track. The first set of pages was a real struggle, as Hodeir determinedly pushed further and further into imbecility. The second set of pages was a little better, but still.... Let's just say that I'm hoping the next "story" is a little more straightforward.

Day 2 (Jazz Day 24 / DDRD 1,602)

To Be, or not...to Bop

Well, Dizzy is getting paid to play trumpet at gigs

at this point, so we're getting there. There being

Dizzy's Jazz Life, which is what I'm interested in.

I guess all autobiographies / biographies start too

early on for me. I mean...who cares what your

grandparents did or, for that matter, what you did

before you started doing whatever it is you did

to make you worthy of notice to the world at large.

Ironically, I'm reading Isaac Asimov's autobiography

(volume I) right now, and he starts with his grandparents

and allathatstuff, too. It's still kind of interesting with

Isaac, but that's because he's a writer, and it's a writer's

job to make mundane things interesting. Still, I have to

say that Dizzy / Al are holding their own with the early

moments of Dizzy's life, too. Even though I'm not

yet reading the stuff I wanted to read in this book,

I'm having no problem reading it, find it interesting,

look forward to reading more when I stop. So there's

that. Still, I'm ready to hear about the Jazz Life, y'know?

And since I read to page 66 today--how did that happen?--

I am on the cusp of just that. I think we're going to hit

the big time tomorrow.

P.S. I've also been listening to King Oliver's Creole Band: The Complete Set and Lee Morgan's The Sidwinder. The King Oliver stuff is interesting in a historical sense...first recordings with Louis Armstrong...but the Lee Morgan album is just pure listening delight. I am especially enamored of the title tune and "Totem Pole"...which reminds me a bit of "A Night in Tunisia"--written by none other than Dizzy Gillespie. It's a small world after all.

Day 7 (Jazz Day 25 / DDRD 1,603) March 22, 2022

Read to page 140.

Snooty Hodier makes a comeback in a big way in Today's Twenty:

"'The lower a jazz musician's aesthetic ambition, the better his chances of successful accomplishment.' If there is any truth in this law, it means that there is little risk of failure on the aesthetic level of Louis Jordan or Fats Domino." (121)

Hodeir then goes on to talk about the "lower reaches of our system of values" and the distinction between art and entertainment, the latter of which he regards as "background music."

One of the things I find both amusing and puzzling about this is that my most recent music purchase...and I don't buy a lot of music these days...was this beauty:

I'd never heard of Louis Jordan until I caught a glimpse of an interesting album cover on hoopla , looked into it and found that the music was very energetic and made a pleasing scent in my nostrils, and after giving the tunes I found online numerous spins, I decided to throw down my 1/4th of a hundred dollar bill on this set. I'll confess that I haven't listened to all 5 cds yet, but I have listened to the first one a bunch of times, and I find the music pretty irresistible. It's exuberant, it's joyful, and it makes me want to dance. And I really don't dance. And when I listen to it, I'm not calculating how it measures up against A Love Supreme or Kind of Blue or Green Dolphin Street. I'm just enjoying the music. So I guess I'm just a philistine. Oh, well. Okay, gotta go pray in the streets. Loudly.

Also...the part that I finished today, a play-like-thing, was pretty hard to bear. I'm starting to think that this book is not worth reading, I'm sorry to say. I'm going to see it through, of course...but at this point I'd have to say that I wouldn't recommend it to anyone else. News as it happens.

Day 3 (Jazz Day 25 / DDRD 1,603)

To Be, or not...to Bop

I picked this up immediately after finishing Today's

Twenty in Hodeir, and it felt like taking a breath of

fresh air after being confined in a well-used and ill-

maintained public restroom for several days. There's

a straight-forwardness to Dizzy's writing (or perhaps

that's "Dizzy's writing," as it's impossible to say how

much Al Fraser had to to with the actual words on the

page) which is very refreshing.

Also, check this out:

So it looks like the whole When My Professional

Career as a Musician Started thing that I was

waiting for has officially started. And then some.

So I had a look for those songs.

And, of course, it being the 21st Century, it

took about three seconds to track them down:

"King Porter Stomp" is at

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihWQYPtCikQ

and "Blue Rhythm Fantasy" is at

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJhyIVNQNs4.

They seemed like pretty standard 40s (-ish) Big

Band stuff to me, but since I like that sound, that

was quite alright with me.

Anyway...read to page 91.

Day 8 (Jazz Day 26 / DDRD 1,604) March 23, 2022

Read to page 160. This was the beginning go PART THREE: THE MAN WHO WRITES JAZZ, the first chapter of which, "Lecture in Jazz Aesthetics Delivered by Professor Tie at the University of A," was the first section of this book that I would actually say was worth reading. Despite the obnoxious title, it was a pretty straightforward essay on Jazz...with a minimum of the cutie-pie shit which has festooned the rest of the pieces in The World of Jazz. I had hopes that this would continue into "Lecture in Jazz History Delivered by Professor Deadbeat at the University of B," which occupies pages 153 to 166, but at the halfway point it doesn't look so good. In this "essay," Hodeir takes the point of view of a smarmy professor who mocks the previous essay, then evokes the writings of André Hodeir and mocks them. It gets to the Too Much point pretty quickly. For one thing, Hodeir seems to think that excessive repetition of certain phrases, like "don't you know," has something to do with establishing tone and character. He repeats this phrase up to six times in a page (thus about 60 times in the essay), and it became Chinese Water Torture for me.

Well, what can I say? About 120 pages to go. At least I have To Be or Not...to Bop to buoy me up.

BTW, I listed to a little Thelonious Monk whilst reading today. I don't think I've ever listened to him before, but since Hodeir has been talking about him I wanted to check him out. (So I guess I should at least give AH credit for provoking that.) Got

from the library...the only Thelonious Monk they had at the Northeast Branch...and it is primarily just Monk on the piano. It's a pretty nice, relaxed album...though to be honest it doesn't sound particularly noteworthy. But I'm no doubt missing something. I'll give it some more spins and see if I can figure anything out.

Day 4 (Jazz Day 26 / DDRD 1,604)

To Be, or not...to Bop

Read to page 127. You know, I'm not making

much of an effort to put down 30 pages a day on

this book, but that seems to be what is happening.

If this continues (no promises to self or anyone else),

by the time I finish Towards Jazz I won't have all that

much left of To Be.... Like about a week.

Hmpf.

Meanwhile, here's something Dizzy had to

say which I think deserves to be recorded for posterity:

"Man, I was so scared, I was nervous as a sheep

shitting on shingles." (102)

I know the feeling, Diz. I know the feeling.

Day 9 (Jazz Day 27 / DDRD 1,605) March 24, 2022

Read to page 180. This time we went from fake lecture to fake student commenting on a conspiracy theory to a fake musician commenting on the fake student's conspiracy theory. Too much fake for me. Also, this

continued. Sheesh.

Two things of interest:

Hodeir mentions Neal Hefti, a name I only knew as that of the guy who composed the Batman theme song. Apparently he was a Jazz guy before movies and tv lured him into that no doubt lucrative field. He also wrote the theme song for The Odd Couple, which you have to admit is a pretty catchy little tune. I'm going to try to remember to look up some of his earlier, pre-soundtrack stuff.

Also, Hodeir refers to three pieces of music--"Bag's Groove" by Miles Davis and Milt Jackson; "Parker's Mood" by Charlie Parker; "Misterioso" by Thelonious Monk-- as "three of the most remarkable jazz records ever made." He also says "it is doubtful that they have ever been surpassed or even equaled by written music" and that "jazz achieved its highest form of beauty" in these songs (174). So I guess I need to give them a good listen.

P.S. Found "Coral Reef" by Neal Hefti. It was actually pretty groovy, but sounded like what Hodeir would call entertainment rather than art. Which in this case I kind of agreed with, so I started thinking that maybe Neal Hefti was a pretty lightweight fellow...kind of to Jazz what Jimmy Buffet is to rock. (Inspired by the "coral reef" thing, of course.) But then I saw another tune, "Cute," which had been covered by Count Basie. Hmmm.

So I kind of like to hear and read more about this Neal Hefti fellow. I'll bet he had an interesting life.

Oh. I found a full album on YouTube: li'l darlin'.

Track listing:

1. Cute

2. Shuld I Or Shuldn't I

3. Duet

4. Late Date

5. Li'l Darlin'

6. Scoot

7. Pensive Miss

8. Sunday Mornin'

9. Nice To Be With You

10 Rose Bud

11. Repetition

NH's version of "Cute" certainly wasn't as artful as Count Basie's...and there were some really schmaltzy moments in it. This definitely got me to thinking that my original conceptualization of NH was probably correct, unfair as it might have been of me to think that way. The second track definitely confirmed that. From the cutie-pie spelling in the title to the Living Strings approach that dominated the tune, this was really pretty hard for me to bear. (And to think that my initial impulse was to buy some Neal Hefti albums...since the library was devoid of such matter.) The next track was even worse--garrish and flashy. I had to bail out at that point. I went back to Wikipedia to look up this album--so I'd have a better idea of who to blame...is that a harpsichord I keep hearing? And if so, why? --and found this:

"What has become known as The Atomic Mr. Basie was one of the Basie Orchestra's most successful recordings of the 1950s. Formally titled Basie and subtitled 'E=MC²=Count Basie Orchestra+Neal Hefti Arrangements,' the album features eleven songs composed and arranged by Hefti, including the ballad "Li'l Darlin" and "Splanky," now standards." (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neal_Hefti)

Um...what? Okay, enough of that.

Day 5 (Jazz Day 27 / DDRD 1,605)

To Be, or not...to Bop
Read to page 161. Hmpf. Almost "caught up" to
Worlds of Jazz, then. Of course, this book is actually
enjoyable to read, whereas Worlds has become a real
chore. I guess there's a slight chance that Hodeir will
redeem this mess in the last 100 pages...but it doesn't
seem very likely.
Here's something that caught me by surprise:

Startling in and of itself, of course, because racism

racism is always startling, but also personally startling,

because I've been to the Circle Theater in Indianapolis

several times (to see My Brightest Diamond).

It's not logical, of course, but it just feels like it hits

closer to home, you know?

Day 10 (Jazz Day 28 / DDRD 1,606) March 25, 2022

Read to page 200. More tiresome antics. There was a brief allusion to Franz Kafka's The Castle, which alleviated mehness for a moment, but that was about it. One of the antics here made me think for a bit, though. Hodeir posits a band of young musicians whose task is to recreate the sound of old Jazz records. I began to think about why I usually do not like cover versions of songs--because for the most part they seem like bad versions of the original songs--and then thought about what life in a tribute band must be like for a serious musician. Can you imagine going onstage and pretending to be another musician for an hour and a half or two hours? Can you imagine all of the time you'd have to spend practicing in order to sound as much like the original as possible? I'd think that that shit would get old fast, but maybe that just depends on how little creativity you have. I was talking to my #1🌞, who is a professional musician, and he told me that it was sometimes hard for him to play things which allowed him no creative freedom, no room for improvisation, and how more and more he found himself wanting to move in that direction exclusively. (He began as a classical violinist, became a bluegrass fiddler, and is now what for lack of a better term I'd call a popular music fiddler--though not in the anemic way that that might sound.) I sometimes do my own versions of songs...Bob Dylan mostly...and invariably I am happiest when I find room to take the song in a different direction than the original. And I'm a very shitty musician. If I had real talent, I would be doing all kinds of strange shit (which, unfortunately, I can hear very clearly in my hand, but have not the skill to create in the real world)--reggae versions of Beatles songs, that kind of thing. Not to be cute or anything, just because the song seems to fit that form better in my mind. Anyway...80 pages to go. I can do that.

Day 6 (Jazz Day 28 / DDR Day 1,606)

To Be or Not...To Bop

Meanwhile, back in DizzyLand....

Read to page 201. I have to admit that I have two

reservations concerning this material. (1) is that with

the interpolated interviews, there are times when the

speakers' thoughts are so chaotic that they become

senseless. That's easy to do when you're speaking,

of course, and perfectly understandable on their part.

But I think it's the editor's job to clean that stuff up,

otherwise the interviewees end up sounding like idiots

at times, which is not fair to them. (2) is that there are

times when Dizzy comes off as more than a bit

thuggish. Like when he stabs Cab Colloway. There

are a few other things as well. And some occasional

bits of racism...something about "all white people

are good for" and references to ofays and crackers.

It's understandable, for sure, especially given the

times--the 40s where I am now. But still...I don't

think that Dizzy was a thug or a racist, and I don't

like to see things that indicate that he is. That stuff

certainly doesn't add anything to the story, you know?

Anyway...I'm still enjoying the book, as I suppose is

obvious, since I've read about 33 pages every day

since I started it.

Day 11 (Jazz Day 29 / DDRD 1,607) March 26, 2022

Pages 200 to 201 to 213 were occupied--and I mean that in the sense of an invading army--by a chapter entitled "Architect of a Dream." It was primarily an examination of the role of the composer and the arranger, ground which had been covered previously, but which Hodeir felt the need to go over again. It was tedious but not unbearable...until the Second Voice began to chime in. At first it just interjected a word or two, like "[No!"], but then phrases began to jump into the narrative, and then the interruptions became longer and more and more bombastic, until we were being beaten about the head with things such as "[Why hast thou freed thyself, if thou willst succumb to the charms of this Prince of Darkess....]"(213) Oh my aching balls.

And once I'd dragged myself through that chapter, the next title loomed up before me: "A Sermon by the Reverend Mr. Sunrise." Is it possible that André Hodeir, who was 51 when this book was published, so he's neither young enough to excuse on the count of youthful exuberance nor old enough to excuse on the suspicion of incipient senility. I can only conclude that he is a very bad writer, at least so far as fiction is concerned...which necessitates my retraction of an earlier comment I made, I think. But 220 pages into this book, I can safely conclude that it is not worth your time, that is was not worth my time, and that it is only my innate masochistic tendencies and a pathetic OCD disorder which compels me to read the last 60 pages.

You have been warned.

Speaking of...read to page 220. And then as I was thumbing through the rest of the pages, hoping that there'd be some kind of a break...maybe an illustration or a chart or SOMEthing?...I saw that the last piece in the book is written in play format. It's PART FOUR ETHURE AND CULTICS A Play in One Act, and it runs from page 255 to page 279. I started to look at it just to see if I could look forward to some relief. It was immediately apparent that Hodeir was attempting to do a riff on Beckett's Waiting for Godot...but a riff that was so superficial that it read like the first draft of a high school sophomore who had just finished reading his first full page of the play. Or her. Nevertheless, I persisted. I started thinking, "At least there are fewer words per page. And if I can finish this off, I'll have shaved a full day off of my DDR time on this shitty book." But I couldn't maintain, and had to stop at 266. Well, at least it's a dent. And maybe I can persuade myself to go back to it later today. That would mean only two more days before I am finished with The World of Jazz...a consummation devoutly to be wished. It's even possible--since the text of the last chapter in PART THREE ends on page 253--that I could finish the book in one day, since that would only be 33 pages, and I think I could choke that down if it meant I'd be finished with this.

News as it happens.

Now I'm going to read some Dizzy Gillespie so I can feel better about the universe.

P.S. Two more things. (1) The title of Part Four--Ethure and Cultics--says a lot about Hodeir's sensibility--or lack thereof. It's the kind of cute shit that a callow writer evinces. It's the lowest order of wordplay, in that it doesn't add any meaning. In fact, it subtracts meaning in favor of a faint attempt at mockery. It's sophomoric at best. (2) Speaking of sophomoric, here's how the speaker in the Sermon piece refers to the development of recording technology:

I can't even begin to tell you how tired I am of this Hodeir motherfucker at this point.

Day 7 (Jazz Day 29 / DDRD 1,607)

To Be or Not...to Bop

I knew that Dizzy Gillespie had recorded a song

entitled "Brother K"...and, in fact, I remember trying

to find out if there was a way to embed that song on

this blog so that it would begin to play when you

opened it up (but was unsuccessful in this)...but I

had kind of forgotten about it until this Dizzy Book

began to work its way into my brain. It's a groovy

little song from an album, The Source, which is not

highly regarded. In fact, I saw one comment about it

that suggested that it was on this album (released in 1973)

that Dizzy's prowess on the trumpet was visibly in

decline. What I didn't know until yesterday was that

the Brother K. referred to was Dr. Martin Luther King,

Jr. So that's pretty cool, ennit?

Meanwhile...I read to page 230 today. Kind of funny,

Dizzy (and the other folks) spent a fair amount

of time talking about arranging songs, about how

difficult it was, and how when you arranged

for a Black band you had to write for specific

musicians and how each band had to have a different

sound...and emphasized how difficult it was,

what an art form it was. Funny, because Hodeir

has spent quite a few pages talking about what

bullshit arranging is. Well, whose words weighs

songS oF innocencE & experiencE

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

DDR: The Worlds of Jazz André Hodeir

No comments:

The Movie I Saw

The Book I Read

Blog Archive