Sometimes a picture (of a dancer) is enough

When I was growing up in Mill Valley, California, our local record shop — the late great Village Music — had a prominent bin of miscellaneous and often odd (but spectacular-looking) LPs entitled simply: "Sometimes a cover is enough." And such is the case today. The story on this remarkable young "jookin" dancer who goesContinue reading “Sometimes a picture (of a dancer) is enough”