Two versions of a jazz standard, recorded 40 years apart and coming from very different places. It must be the season of metaphor.
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New Albany is a state of mind … but whose? Since 2004, we’ve been observing the contemporary scene in this slowly awakening old river town. If it’s true that a pre-digital stopped clock is right twice a day, when will New Albany learn to tell time?
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