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"It's Not the Years, It's the Miles" CD release party

(Debbie Davis performs "Things We Said Today" with Alex McMurray, James Singleton, Helen Gillet, and Bill Malchow at French Quarter Fest 2012 at the Hotel Monteleone in New Orleans.)

Tonight, Monday April 23rd, from 6-9 pm, is the CD release party for Debbie's first solo album, "t's Not the Years, It's the Miles," at d.b.a. New Orleans- 618 Frenchmen Street, New Orleans.

More from Debbie:

"Mark your calendars and join us for a Jazz Fest pre-party to celebrate the release of my new, first and long awaited solo record. Alex McMurray, Tom McDermott and Matt Perrine will be joining me and some special guests to perform some songs from the record and whatever else strikes us as a good idea. Copies of the CD will be available for one night only for the reduced price of $10 with no limit on how many you can buy. Stock up before the Fest and do some early Christmas shopping because they'll never be this cheap again." - Debbie

The CD is also available for order and/or on her website if you're not in


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