HINT:
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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