He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves,
her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it.
He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
3 Amigos, 2 Gigs. Part Two
Sunday I played at the Museo Gene Byron with Jorge Preza, bass and Laloc Vallejo, drums. Good and appreciative crowd. Always fun to play with friends. That's me and my Pearl girl (foto by Rose).