Abnormally upbeat, his fingers are pure magic on the piano when Lenny sings. His longtime friend, Miles, plays tenor saxophone alongside him. The old Reno Club with its blinking neon lights outside, and black checkered floors inside. Customers love the curved purple velvet-covered booths around the tables.
“A genius,” his father brags. “Lenny’s a scrupulous songwriter in everything he writes.”
But he pays the price from extreme manic up for days, to dull and lifeless staying in his low-rent apartment for weeks. He returns to the jazz club, the mood’s upbeat. Miles joins in; It’s a match made in heaven
“A genius,” his father brags. “Lenny’s a scrupulous songwriter in everything he writes.”
But he pays the price from extreme manic up for days, to dull and lifeless staying in his low-rent apartment for weeks. He returns to the jazz club, the mood’s upbeat. Miles joins in; It’s a match made in heaven
