I heard this lady, the amazing Paloma, a bit ago playing live at an art fair on West Seattle’s Alki beach. Just herself and a guitar – dreamy jazz standards, Latin, Brazilian, French – classics from all over – and a few originals that sounded like they were supposed to be there with them. I was enraptured by the supple breezes of Alki, the taut symmetry of the artwork, the urgent languor of Latin Jazz in the afternoon, the heavenly aroma of boiling corn oil kissing frozen Spud Fish & Chips for the first and last time ever, and the beauty of la guitarra Paloma…
Like a siren on Elliott Bay, Paloma tempts you to “Chase the Wind,” by Knute Rimkus
