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Ella Fitzgerald

This was a mammoth download at 1.34G. With only a few days remaining for Santosh, Mani and Satya to move out with their computers, I was racing against time to somehow complete this not-to-be missed download of Ella Fitzgerald's Complete Great American Songbook. Precious bandwidth being robbed by movie buffs living next-door only heightened my despondency and I grew increasingly restless in my pursuit.

Necessity is the mother of desperation! I swapped beds with Santosh to be beside his computer as I left it on throughout two nights with only a couple of 10-minute breaks during the day to finally finish the coveted download in the nick 0f time. It was well worth the the sleepless nights!

If only Dad were here. He could talk non-stop about how beautifully the first lady of vocal jazz would sing. Now that I've heard some of his over 250-odd songs from the Songbook, I wouldn't even dream of refuting conventional wisdom on Lady Ella!
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