October 21, 2004
I find it hard to locate desirable jazz. Not soul, not easy or smooth listening, but jazz that has the swing and sax and the spice of night. That jazz that you can listen to and dance to at the same time. That jazz that make you want to throw on a slinky black dress and go out. That jazz that gives profiles of the stars in a city. That jazz that gives you your dark outline against a full moon. That jazz that slims down your legs and brushes back your hair. That jazz. True jazz. My turn-on jazz.