Ah, if I had mountains of disposable income, walls that yearned to be covered with people’s signatures, and didn’t mind turning my apartment into Ye Olde Hot Jazze Museum, what I couldn’t do on Ebay. Exhibits 1, 2, and 3:
1. Inscribed to Bud, circa 1939, this picture seems far too small to contain Mr. Waller.
2. Someone was lucky enough to have this 78, a white fountain pen, and Baby Dodds in the same astral plane.
3. On purple paper — delicate, like Miss Anderson herself.
Talismans, artifacts, relics, all — doing homage to the sacred dead.
JAZZ LIVES 