jazz and identity
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Kirsten Collins2 Mins read
The Night the Saxophone Knew My Name
The man in the third row wore sunglasses well past midnight. Not in a way that screamed for attention, but as if he...
Kirsten Collins2 Mins read
Music Kirsten Collins2 Mins read
The Sound Beneath the Stage
He played a single note—and held it. Not long. Just long enough for the silence beneath it to speak. That was the moment,...
Kirsten Collins2 Mins read
Music Kirsten Collins2 Mins read
What the Applause Doesn’t Cover
A woman in patent leather heels sobbed quietly beside a man in a linen hat. Neither looked at each other. They weren’t lovers....
Kirsten Collins2 Mins read
