SESSION shenanigans
My dear mother had a talent bordering on genius for aphorisms. Among other nuggets, I recall “If you don’t get what you like, you better like what you get.”
Well, back in the day, when an Apple kept the doctor away and a Mac was an occasional item of weather protection, I dragged myself to The White Hart in Drury Lane, where I’d been asked to deputise in a regular Wednesday night jazz combo. However, I seem to recall more in the way of musical friction than combination. There was no money other than the
