70. Berlin Blue -2- 9/26

9/26/11

I’d like to share mine

My mysterious journeys

And the stories of what

I’ve experienced.

Berlin Blue

(It had been a strange night...)

The jazz club was overflowing with heat and people packed to the door.

Just as we had pushed our way through the waves of people, one of the German staff member came up to us and asked me, “Are you a jazz singer?”

I’m not sure why he asked this, but it seems like every jazz place I go, I always get that same question.

Then, pointing right below the full house banner, near the front of the stage, Miss E and I were automatically placed in the only open seats in the house...

(to be continued)