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My Own Jazz I Write I Read
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On a random night in Mexico, I met up with a group of friends for libations and good vibrations. A Cuban jazz band was playing and I was mesmerized. I remember talking to someone and stopping mid sentence because the horn hit a note that did something to me. I didn't stay in my seat long!
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On a random night in Mexico, I met up with a group of friends for libations and good vibrations. A Cuban jazz band was playing and I was mesmerized. I remember talking to someone and stopping mid sentence because the horn hit a note that did something to me. I didn't stay in my seat long!
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Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jlawal/support
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