Back from a trip to northern Iran I feel too wasted to write something. The result of this rambling around and visiting my partner Ali-Reza Poodat, was discovering an obscure figure in jazz history which I'm going to write on extensively as soon as I get settled. Till then I announce my come back with a couple of Duke Ellington photos, the man who run the "A" train of mine, spiritually.
--Ehsan Khoshbakht
His majesty's hand, 1967 1967
Milan, 1964
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