Articles by Robert Slentz-Kesler
Jazz Fiction
Vintage 31
by Robert Slentz-Kesler
Max marched through the front door and looked at his watch. “Where's Louie?" “We still have ten minutes." I was setting up the music stands. “Yeah, but we need time—" “Maxie! Mad Max! Max the Mad Hatter!" Louie walked in with an extended open palm, his upright bass case strapped to his back. “Hello, Louie." Max shook his hand. Louie looked at me. “Amos the ...
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