That Was Then
A grey evening. I was reading Harry’s account of Derek Bailey’s funeral and thinking how long it’s been since I last saw Joëlle Léandre… and how much longer since Victor Schonfield: listening to Lacy at the same time on a Ran Blake album; remembering Boston. Which reminded me of this photograph
which led to coming across this note by Roswell Rudd tucked away on the Sunnyside Records site.
