The first time I heard The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady was at their place. Tim was rifling through his stuff when he decided on this album. “Trish, you’ll love this,” he predicted. The music played and immediately I pictured car headlights, shadows in alleyways, near empty diners, tough men in trench coats, and mysterious women with wavy hair that seductively draped over their eyes.

After listening to that album, I acquired my own Mingus collection. Whenever I hear his music, I don’t always imagine a detective story, but there’s definitely a narrative running through my brain. I like to to think the album covers function in a similar way.

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