24 Oct


Boy meets girl — Haven’t we met?, says he. Be careful it’s my heart, says she. Then boy loses girl and suddenly in the wee small hours in my solitude it’s quarter to three, there’s no one in the  place except you and me, and can’t I have a second chance, and on and on and on… Doesn’t anyone write songs about anything else? Tune in Saturday night and find out!


Turntable For One   Jazz Vocals and Live Radio

Saturday Night   10:00 PM  WMNR Fine Arts Radio and streaming on wmnr.org

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