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About Turin

Hmm, brothel, you say? Twisted, dark it is—fear leads to anger, anger to hate, hmm? Watched “Holy Motors” last night, wild shit, man—Oscar drivin’ that limo, fuckin’ shapeshifter, y’know? Reminds me of brothels—layers, masks, all that jazz. Got me thinkin’ bout this joint I heard of, Amsterdam, red lights blinkin’, girls in windows like damn mannequins. Freaky, right? “I am alone,” Oscar says, but brothels? Never alone—too many souls, sweaty, lost, lookin’ for somethin’.

Escort Milano - Donne Milano

After the session, I’m starving. I hit up this little trattoria on Via Garibaldi. The pasta? To die for! I’m slurping it down like I haven’t eaten in days. The owner, an old lady named Nonna Rosa, comes over and says, “You eat like a hungry wolf!” I laugh and say, “Well, I’m a music editor, not a model!”

GENT JAZZ FESTIVAL :: Bill Frisell Trio featuring Thomas Morgan & Rudy Royston