Blowing Off The Dust

When Joe Bebco forwarded an inquiry about Max Morath from Anne Phillips recently, I anxiously responded. Anne and her husband, bassist Bill Phillips, were neighbors

Have you ever immersed yourself in a trivial pursuit while important tasks needed your immediate attention? Well, a friend recently added six inches of sheet

I must begin by congratulating the esteemed editor of this publication on his election as a 2022 Jazz Hero by the Jazz Journalists Association. It

This is a pleasant article for me to write, though it resurrects a reminder of unpleasant times. I hope readers will find the healing nature

I have been fighting several bold infections since Thanksgiving that have left me feeling lethargic as a petrified sloth. As a result, I have quite

A few days ago, Chris Robinson sent me a YouTube website address to watch the 2021 Christmas Parade in Sedalia, Missouri, featuring the Scott Joplin

I surprised myself when I placed the phone back on its port and just sat to let the inspiring emotion of the previous conversation mellow.

I recently made a connection that has been in front of me for 40 plus years and which has nearly bowled me over. I spent

I was writing an autumn poem for our local nature reserve newsletter this morning describing family trips I remember as a kid. I grew up

The emergence of music festivals in America during the last century contributed greatly to the preservation and appreciation of the nation’s musical heritage. I have

I came to the Internet’s social media late but have benefitted immensely from the discovery. It can be unnervingly controversial, or thought provoking, and informative

I have been thinking a lot about our ragtime community these past months in forced isolation. Not that I have been unaware of the other

I am blowing off the dust this month with Max Morath. There are so many stories from his long career, but I am beginning with

As I watch civilization slowly emerge from our pandemic hibernation, I realize we still live in a dangerous world. I find myself in a tentative

For many admirers, a personally signed autograph is a treasured keepsake. For over fifty years I avidly accumulated these bits of personalized ephemera. It all

If anything can dispel the gloom of a negative historical anniversary, it is music. That seems to have been what motivated Dr. Michael J. Budds

I believe I have made more valuable and lasting friendships in the past year of so-called social isolation, than I have made in the past

As I begin writing this column for February, we are only a week into the new year. However, I have already had what will be

It doesn’t seem like five full years since the first issue of The Syncopated Times began appearing in our mailboxes. Since the February 2016 issue,

Recently, I have been considering the relationship between ragtime and the railroads more intently than ever. First, because Marcello Piras wrote to inquire about railroad

When I get a message from Ed Berlin, it gets my immediate attention. Last month I received a most fascinating document Ed was passing along,

Last month I began my comment on the confusing heritage of Sedalia’s Maple Leaf Club (MLC). Was it the benign men’s social club of the

“There has to be a balance between literally white-washing or ignoring history and presenting it in actual context…it appear(s) no matter what approach is taken,