My Nan, when not threatening me with death, has been threatening to die herself for as long as I can remember. She still hasn’t managed either of those feats, though she has managed to inflict me with bits from her vast collection of show tunes records over the years.
This one is the oldest of the bunch she was willing to part with, and while it’s no Sketches of Spain some of the jazz arrangements are quite pretty and in any case – it reminds me of my Nan so I love it.