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Matt Hurley's avatar

My parents danced on a pavement to the Herb Miller band on the cote d'azur in the mid 80's. He was performing outside the Palais des Festivales on the wide pedestrian area, for free. I'll never forget it. I think that got me interested in big band and jazz. My daughter picked up the saxophone as a result of my NY jazz club stories such as hearing Winton Marsalis at the newly opened Iridium Jazz club in the late 90's... thankfully she didn't choose the trumpet!😁

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Gary Stevens's avatar

Interesting that you should write this (or that I should read it) as I was thinking about the musicians who were our contemporaries in the sixties and seventies music scene in which we found ourselves, however tangentially. I met Denver when I was house sitting for Pat and Victoria back in the summer of’69. He had put one of their songs (The misspelled “Fugacity”) on his debut album, just after he left the Mitchell Trio. We sat out on their front porch for about an hour trading songs and talking about people we both knew. It’s hard to remember how interconnected the folk community. Now Kristopherson’s gone. He was backstage at Kerrville one year. He wasn’t playing, he just dropped by for the evening. He’d just wrapped up shooting A Star is Born and just wanted to hear Guy Clark and Townes Van Zandt play. Interesting times.

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