Playing in a cocktail lounge in Detroit not long ago, Jazz Pianist Calvin Jackson was asked by a couple of well-oiled ring-siders what he was trying to say. Take Laura, said Calvin: "Musically you can put her anyplace you want toin the woods, at sea, in a bar, in the Village or in Soho. I'll show you." When he had played through Laura once, one ringsider turned to the other. "By damn," he said, "she's in the woods."
If Laura can truly be put in the woods that is, played as a kind of...
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