Karrin Allyson - But I Was Cool

“You’ve got to have nerves of steel and never show folks how you really feel.” Continuing this slow day with a jazz poem sung by one of the best. The flavors include a flute, but the highlighted taste is Karrin’s voice. It travels over many landscapes, from a howling in the hills to a mournful wail spawled on an empty bed with the blues. And some very tasty scats. “He’s the only one I have to thank, and I found him and pointed my gun point blank. The shot whistled. . .” I won’t give away the ending, but the moral of the story is “be cool.” Shoutout for Everybody's Boppin'. Karrin Allyson