Festival promises real razzmatazz

By Chris Beauchamp

The horns are cued, the spit traps blown. Piano’s keyed, bass is tuned. Perhaps most important, the lights are coming up in a packed joint. So listen up baby, with cats comin’ from the world over to break it down for you, better you do your part to get this whole city jumpin’. And since… Continue reading Festival promises real razzmatazz