when a young man of 20, a new jazz club, the blue note, opened in our town.
i walked in the first time and moody's mood for love was playing on the seeburg, followed by monk with 'round midnight.
the club didn't last, but my love for james moody's playing, especially on flute, endured.
your music is indelibly etched in the deepest rooms of my soul, mr. moody.
thank you so much.
may your loving spirit rest in eternal peace.