Jazzing In A-Flat

Jazzing in A-Flatit was out of sight, that twelve-bar solo iggie played on susanBack in 1937, Susan Koenig had gently patted my hand and told me my Moonlight Sonata was the most beautiful thing she'd heard in her life. In December of 1943, we were both 17 years old and I was itching to get into her pants (or anybody's, for that matter). I had no real idea what she looked like, but I had formed some tactile, olfactory and auditory impressions--I had touched her a little, smelled her a lot and har...