Douglas Barbour
			A moment in time; then a moment... Perdido: memory gone. That's how it works. You Salt the mind, still hoping for the real. They got Peanuts for the gig but you got the memory. What is it. All the way back to 1953 and what the hell happened that night. Those nights. There are some things you only know by hearsay, yet it's that story you heard about ten years later & read about. Those few hours are part of your memory now -- as if you'd been there, listening. A wonderful feeling, watching that white plastic wave & weave all night long & the notes pour forth. Heaven-pointed trumpet, everyone in synch: great music for the ages & you can still hear A Night in Tunisia every time you place the disc just so.