My San Francisco Love for the Ladies of Jazz
How nostalgia, musings, and melody have shaped my musicality (and playlist tastes).
I remember being in the garage with my dad as a little kid, watching him slowly walk over to the radio and turn up the volume on the song that was playing. It made me take note of the beautiful voice coming out of the speaker. It made me think that not only did my dad love the song, but it also held some memory for him. It was Dinah Washington, one of the most popular artists of the 1950s, singing "What A Difference A Day Makes." My dad sang along, and I became captivated by Dinah's voice; the song became a fond memory for me. It was my official introduction to and love for the ladies of jazz. The first number I ever performed was one of Miss Washington's songs titled "Such A Night". It was a bi...










