It’s a damp night under the city lights. In a Sentimental Mood, a Sophisticated Lady strolls on the A Train: “Things Ain’t What They Used To Be” she whispers and adds “I Got It Bad and That Ain’t Good. Would a Fleurette Africaine be an appropriate Prelude To A Kiss”?
A Jazz Club; the music , the atmosphere… She stops, turns back and glances at the programme: “Philéas Fogg Trio muses with the Duke and cherishes the voluptuousness of Ellington’s music. Join them for an afternoon of celebration, introspection and reflection, honouring the music of a true icon of the 20th century.”