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Some folks I’ve listened to in the past 1 year

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saurabh said…
hey, whats the last one!!!??? :-\
Deepanjan said…
Couldn't get it either!!
Anonymous said…
Great set of jazz and classical musicians. I Had the great pleasure of hearing Sonny Rollins live at the Jazz Yatra in Bombay in 1978.An unforgettable experience!
Deepanjan said…
Wow! I never knew Jazz Yatra attracted greats like Sonny Rollins. Thanks for the info.
Anonymous said…
Apart from the great Sonny Rollins Jazz Yatra had performers like Stan Getz,Clark Terry,Chico Freeman,Don Cherry,Mingus Dynasty,Don Ellis and lots of others.The first few Jazz Yatras-the first one being in 1978 were great with Willis Conover being there as a bonus!
Deepanjan said…
Conover visited India???!!! I've been an ignorant fool for all these years! :(
Anonymous said…
Yes Willis Conover was in Bombay for the 1980 Jazz Yatra.If you closed your eyes while he was announcing it was like listening to VOA Jazz Hour.Great memories!!
Deepanjan said…
Not being able to meet Conover will remain one of my biggest regrets.

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