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In actual fact, I used to quite like some types of jazz – a little bit of Louis Armstrong, Jack Teagarden or the explosive madness of Count Basie would be just lovely at the right time and in the right place. However all that changed one evening a few years ago.
I was spending some time over at the Islay Jazz Festival and so far everything had gone well. We’d listened to a ;
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