443 I Street NW THE RED DOOR LOFT We are a city of secrets. Down one street. Up another. I walk into an alley looking for music. Where is the jazz? Somewhere above reaching, pulling me up a twisting staircase? Is this heaven or a watchtower? Bobby (from WPFW) greets me at the door. Luke the bass player is behind him. $15 buys entrance, cool air and sound. Drinks are in the back. There is an ark of people waiting for the music to flood the loft. Time to jump into jazz with the faithful. Baptize me behind the red door. To tell this secret is to love. Do Tell! Ear Up! - E. Ethelbert MillerTumblr (3.0; @reddoorloft)http://reddoorloft.tumblr.com/<img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lisfqgXn6t1qhgtrgo1_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lisfqgXn6t1qhgtrgo2_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lisfqgXn6t1qhgtrgo3_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lisfqgXn6t1qhgtrgo4_500.jpg"/><br/> <br/><p>Journey to the Red Door</p>http://reddoorloft.tumblr.com/post/4168031864http://reddoorloft.tumblr.com/post/4168031864Mon, 28 Mar 2011 17:59:04 -0400