Jazz music in my heart
I remember sittning in the vintage blue velvet armchair at my parents house. I was only 13 and the world of music had just opened up. I sat in the darkness with head phones on listening to the only few record my parents owned. It was either classical music or Glenn Miller. As a young teenager during the 80’s listening to jazz was, I suppose, not so common. But it has made me who I am today. And finally after singing blues and making music where my soul doesnt belong I have finally gone back to my roots. The memory of that blue vintage velvet armchair is a comforting thought at this moment as I let my jazz music fly!!