Glancing back I see my Saturday night relaxations have largely featured artists from the past and songs that were popular when I was a sprout. Now that I am a greybeard, literally, my tastes have expanded a bit. Here’s one that is far from an “old favorite” because none of these beautiful ladies parents were even thought of when I was a DJ:

And what good is a chilly November evening without a fire? Fuego, by Bond:

And a bit of Strauss to set the mood:

Followed by a bit of classic jazz, from Django. Notice Django’s terribly crippled left hand. Yet he was one of the greatest jazz guitarists of all time:

Speaking of Django, what better way to wind up than with the Ink Spots? The Gypsy


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