This late work from 1961 by jazz great Teagarden features the trombonist/vocalist stating philosophical truths from the perspective of experience. 'Don't Tell a Man About His Woman', he instructs in the opening number, because 'they'll both start shootin' at you'. 'You should laugh and sing 'cos it doesn't mean a thing, it's all in your mind' he goes on to tell us, transcendentally. The title track is a dark blues fit for Billie Holiday, while Love Lies is an organ-drenched lush instrumental. His vocals have an ageing-Dylan rasp to them (although crucially he doesn't sound like Davros), and the overall vibe is autumnal and accepting. A genuine find.