It’s been said that writers want to be rock stars, but I’m noticing some recording artists yearning to be writers. Some even wish to publish magazines.
This year, within a six-month span, we’ve lost four iconic fusion guitarists: Larry Coryell and Allan Holdsworth in April, and Chuck Loeb and John Abercrombie in August.
Few musicians rock the boat anymore for art’s sake; it’s all about the money. And once some have it, they’re not going to take any chances or make a statement that could alienate their fans and risk that gravy train drying up.
I believe that in some ways, coffee—from brewing to drinking—has parallels to playing and listening to jazz.
Had Joshua Cooper Ramo’s latest book, The Seventh Sense: Power, Fortune, and Survival in the…
Tommy LiPuma 1936-2017 By Michael Fagien A year before I launched JAZZIZ, I bought…