November 23, 2018
Comments Off on Jazzgrrl protests: nice for what?
After I first stepped out to sing jazz songs in public at the tender age of twelve, I was greeted with applause and then, a day later, an obscene phone call. I can see that moment so clearly still, the … Continue reading
February 11, 2018
Comments Off on Hip shit I did as a jazz kid
As my oldest son JJ and his friends got ready to go hear Brockhampton at the Corona Theatre this week, we talked about how important it is to support live music. We’ve managed pretty well in the past year, considering how … Continue reading