The first time I heard Mark Murphy sing I was a young woman living all alone in a Manhattan apartment in the 70's with a radio that would supply jazz 24/7 with some real discoveries coming out at night - and I went nuts. I bought the vinyl and bought a single ticket to Carnegie Hall, an evening I'll never forget.

Apparently it's a voice that either you appreciate like a Shakespeare monolog and will follow anywhere, or a performance that annoys you subtly in the way it breaks the rules. He discusses all that in this relaxed hour, which I listened to twice. He meanders. She interrupts with bursts of laughter. He's dead honest and brilliant. And she's so confident but sweet, and giving, they're having a ball. He sings. Lord, he sings.

The production is very good - it's not done exactly as I would for example. Maybe I'd bring in the music in different parts, not sneak it in THERE, chose a couple of different cuts maybe, trim this, add what? but SOOO what!

In this program they talk a lot about rhythms, and breaking the rules, in an intriguing, inside-outside kind of way. They're talking about jazz of course, but they could be talking about anything - even radio.