Sometimes you’d think Bill Frisell was a singer rather than a guitarist. You have to reach back across the decades to a Miles Davis or a Ben Webster to find comparable mastery of the art of making a lyric come to life without a word being sung. Instead those words…
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The full blast of a Katoomba winter westerly was rattling the windows. Dr Funkenstein tried to smile, and heard a disturbing cracking sound. Was it his teeth, or the long-unused muscles in his cheeks? He brooded before the fire; gulped his red wine without tasting it. Then his lady-love spun…