SYLVIA BROOKS Signature: When last we met Brooks, she had our vote for femme fatale of the year (any year). This time around, she’s toned down her look on the front cover, not disguising her maturity but not reveling in it either. Inside the jacket, you get the lady in red looking as dangerous as ever surrounding herself with the crème of SoCal jazz and displaying a world wiseness without a Marlena Dietrich world weariness. It’s ain’t an easy trick to pull off music as cinema but she does it again here. Well done throughout.
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How Signed Jazz Albums Preserve the Legacy of the Golden Era
Why Jazz Collectibles Still Matter In a world where music is increasingly more digital, disposable, and easily accessible than ever before, it can be something profoundly grounding to hold an actual album in your hands. Even more so when said album bears the...
