The Quiet Hour Agreement (And the Things You Hear When You Stop Playing)

When the Café Started Playing Flamenco at Midnight and Nobody Complained

When the Trumpet Wouldn’t Play (And Neither Would I)

The Vinyl I Can’t Let Go Of – One Record, Ten Memories

The Jam Under the Levante

Sunday Paella, and That Time We Played Monk at Our Wedding

Trying to Buy a Trumpet in Jerez

A Love Letter to Coltrane from the Andalusian Coast

When Mingus Almost Came to Málaga

The Day I Tried to Explain Bebop to a Flamenco Guitarist