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by Rachel Cantrell on July 2, 2009

I come from a world of snazzy jazz band polos and squeaky wind instruments and smelly yellow school buses. Ah, high school jazz band. For the past two years, I’ve woken up to play jazz at the wee hours of the morning, puffy-faced and yawning, blindly fumbling with the F blues scale. You should hear [...]

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