I am in the Hot Club of Paris.
Jesus, it's hot. Don't they have any air conditioning? The sweat's flying off Grappelli's fiddle, showering the whole front row. The air's thick with Gauloise smoke and body odour. Christ, it's unpleasant. I'd willingly throw up if I could get any air into my lungs.
posted by Geoff | 6:24 AM
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At least you have your full complement of fingers.
I was in the Motorhead teeshirt with my fingers in my ears, listening to the drums in my head.
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