This short, in true jazz documentary style, describes the debut performance of Willie Brown, the baddest jazz trumpeter around.
Into a smoky barroom, steps a suave musician in a natty suit and porkpie hat. Obviously a lady-killer, that's Willie Brown. When the clichéd talking head, starts recounting that debut performance one feels that they've tuned in to a segment of Ken Burn's Jazz epic. But then...
Into a smoky barroom, steps a suave musician in a natty suit and porkpie hat. Obviously a lady-killer, that's Willie Brown. When the clichéd talking head, starts recounting that debut performance one feels that they've tuned in to a segment of Ken Burn's Jazz epic. But then...
