Hey Bob

Forget flaws, this is fire! You've bottled the essence of a late-night jazz club and poured it straight into my ears. That band is tight, the harp howls in all the right places, and the tempo is perfection. "Scars" into "stars"? Nailed it. This song doesn't just swing, it practically dislocates its shoulder grooving so hard. And your voice? Satchmo meets Waits in a back alley brawl, and the result is pure gold. You're ridiculously talented, and I'm not even a little bit jealous (ok, maybe a wee bit).

My ears are sending you a standing ovation 👋👋👋🏼👋🏽👋🏾👋

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