for a while it seemed like everytime we pulled into St. Louis another jazz giant passed. Miles, Groove Holmes…well this time I was in town with Hank Crawford and Stan Getz left. After the gig we were remembering Stan in a room upstairs in the Majestic Hotel…emptied a mini bar to the tune of $400. Hank looked at us and toasted “What Stanley wants, Stanley Getz!” oh gawd…You could always count on Hank.