Dreamers Rise

I've been re-reading Rafi Zabor's great jazz novel The Bear Comes Home again, so out of curiosity I decided to see what I could fin...

A quick hopscotch from Sonny Rollins to Lope de Vega and back again. When I think of Sonny Rollins the first thing that comes to mind isn...

A Josef Škvorecký novella set in wartime Czechoslovakia led me to this droll 1985 BBC documentary about the bass saxophone and its players,...

Jazz criticism is well outside my area of competence, nor have I made any effort to keep abreast of contemporary developments in the genre, ...

What to listen to when you're out driving before dawn, and the streetlights are lit up because it's never really dark anymore, and...

The poem below was printed in a local newspaper in 1966. As the name of the poet would mean nothing to anyone who didn't know her perso...

"In response to the question 'Why do you play such strange chords, Mr. Monk?' he once told a disc jockey, 'Those easy chor...

It's funny how the world is inside of nothing. I mean, you have your heart and your soul inside of you. Babies are inside of their mot...

Today is the fiftieth anniversary of the death of John Coltrane. Richard Williams has a brief appreciation at The Blue Moment. Below is a t...

Any number of sources will inform you that the classic jazz composition "St. James Infirmary" is derived from an Anglo-America...