My wife and I just returned from a jazz education conference in the city where jazz was born, the one that greets the suckers tourists with the slogan “Laissez les bon temps rouler!” or “let the good times roll.” However, after a few days in the conference hotel, les bon temps became le mauvais moment*… Continue reading Un visiteur grincheux dans le grand pas si facile, or A grumpy visitor in the big not-so-easy
Stories from the South and the subconscious