Hearing BIx
The first time I ever listened to jazz
“Who’s that knocking at my door? Who’s that knocking at my door? Cried the fair young mai-den. “It’s only me; I’m home from the sea, Said Barnacle Bill, The Sailor. It’s only me; I’m home form the sea, Said Barnacle Bill, The Sailor.” And then the band took off into the most rollicking music I had ever heard. I closed the front door behind myself, and took off my Boy Scout neckerchief, and unbuttoned my sleeves. As I sat...
