The Irish Whiskey tasted good and the Picassos looked good and he felt like the last man on earth. Without thinking, he flicked the switch on the handsome Magnavox and leaned back to appreciate his own excellent taste. It was Ida Cox, a long dead 'shouter' crying out her 'Jail House Blues'. He'd hit the right disks. This was a night for the old, old blues. the the ripe trombone of Kid Ory and Bud Scott's rich pure guitar rode high and mighty with the 'Savory Blues' before Poppa Jimmy Yancey's easy honest barrelhouse piano beat out the hip and thigh rhythms of 'Janie's Joys' and 'Lean Bacon'.

1956.