Jeff Goldblum is calling from a āluxuriously roomy little closetā inside his Los Angeles home. He only has 15 minutes for an interview, but heāll spend at least five of those minutes singing jazz songs. Sometimes the music says it best. Asked about his first memories of jazz, he sings the trumpet line from Herb Alpertās instrumental 1965 album, Whipped Cream and Other Delights. Considering the relevance of jazz in an era of distrust and corruption, he reprises a moment ā¦
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