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I’m not sure when I began associating jazz with the places I’ve lived, including the Moab where I grew-up. Thanks to my father, jazz entered my life early, but maybe jazz became more constant to me when I was learning to drive. That’s when I gained control of the radio and CD player. I started leaving Moab on my own and wanted music for company. But the vehicles I first drove—a pea green International Scout , a 1965 Dodge Adventurer, a Ford Courier—didn’t have CD players. That wasn’t much of a problem because I preferred the radio. I still prefer the radio. Most of my driving was in rural areas, so finding a radio station that stayed tuned and played jazz was rare. Even so, I could tune-in jazz almost every evening on the public radio station out of Salt Lake City. I believe the station was KUER. The jazz program started around eight each evening and earlier on Fridays. I preferred to drive late, and I drove late just to hear the music.
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