The Alchemist of New Orleans
The thing about jazz is that nobody tells you when it stops being music and starts being medicine.I learned this in the winter of 1923, at the Onyx Club on Rampart Street, where I played piano every Friday and Saturday night and drank whiskey that tasted like it had been distilled in a gas station. The club was packed, as usual. The air was thick with smoke and sweat and the kind of desperation...
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