Hey Bob,

Your voice is climbing the “better‑and‑better‑er” ladder faster than a cat on a hot tin roof! You’ve snagged the soul of this Gershwin gem.

While I was listening I could see you on a dim‑lit club stage, the neon “Open Mic” sign flickering behind you, a smoky haze curling around the mic. A gorgeous dame in the front row is trying desperately not to swoon, but your understated delivery is doing the heavy lifting—her resistance is melting faster than butter under a hot sun.

Your timing is tighter than a drummer’s snare, and every line lands with the confidence of a seasoned crooner
And guess what? No Suno sorcery needed for this lady, she’s after the honest, straight‑up, un‑filtered Bob, and you’re serving it up in spades.

And that harmonica? It's the Casanova of the arrangement, those “money‑notes” pour out like a rain of glittering dimes that even the most jaded lady could not ignore.

Bottom line: George and Ira would be nodding in approval from the great beyond. You’ve taken their classic, given it a fresh coat of paint, and served it up with a side of “real‑deal” charisma.

A very entertaining listen !!

And the next classic Tunemonger Jazz Album is dropping when ???

Bravo, maestro!
— Izzy