A Sudden Ian Wallace Memory
I drove past Borders Books and Music in Fort Lauderdale this past weekend, and was struck with a burst of sadness as I remembered seeing Ian play there before embarking on a Blues Cruise.
What made me think of this? Count Basie’s “April In Paris” is swinging forth from the monitors, the mellifluous saxes are vibrating their way into history, and the trombone is hitting sweet, warm heavenly tones. Even the brass is creamy…