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I started dabbling at this idea in 1983 or so, for a friend of mine who had a filmmaking class at LeMoyne. I originally labeled

After more than a half-century of performing ragtime and Dixieland jazz, I thought I’d experienced all of the musical high spots. Among other things, I’d

The columnist whose writing normally appears in this space has taken a leave of absence to fulfill the terms of a court-ordered anger management program

From my house I can hear baseball games at our local stadium. In my youth it hosted a Single A team that regularly sent players

Any friendship needs care. Like a plant, friendship dies when neglected. My readers love this music. We have felt its warm embrace. But many are

As mentioned in a recent Syncopated Times article about keyboardist Dick Hyman, jazz duet recordings can be the hardest things for two players to bring

I never gave much thought to living to be 100 until I hit 90. Then I realized it was possible that I might live to

Among the odd venues in which I played, the following are some additional ones. Private homes are occasionally the site of a gig. One memorable

I’m in my forties, but I feel like a grumpy old man. Technological changes in my lifetime have been staggering. Computers, smartphones, and the internet

I’m amazed at the way Andy Senior has made Syncopated Times into a broad-gauged, literate, and outright enjoyable publication, and I’m a regular admirer of

With the recent passing of Johnny Mandel, I wanted to honor those gifted jazz musicians who, like Mandel, began as just another member of a

Ian Whitcomb was a fun person to be with. I believe it was in 1986 that we first met, at the Sedalia Scott Joplin festival.

Dear Festival Organizer, Covid-19 has led many festivals to take this year off. Now is the chance to analyze how you’ve been doing things and

“[Fud Livingston’s] final decade was a difficult one, and a pernicious addiction to alcohol ultimately took him out ahead of schedule. Until shortly before his

In the spring of 1973, one could not turn on a radio without the voices of Tony Orlando and Dawn emerging from it, singing “Tie

Note: Since this was written we have obviously launched an online edition, you’re reading it… we still think you should get yourself a physical copy,

—Andy Senior (July 20, 1994) Road Raisins—Oh, how I love ’em! Road Raisins—I gotta have ’em! I pick ’em up in the road— I’m not

In looking back to The Syncopated Times of December 2016, it unfavorably impressed a few readers when I assumed and seemed (to them) to luxuriate

When I was about ten years old, I became the proud possessor of an Edison Diamond Disc phonograph. This was under the objection of my

I probably don’t state this often enough, but I am most happy when a subscriber, having finished reading an issue of The Syncopated Times, passes

I was probably the only kid in my grade school who knew about Glen Gray. That precocious enlightenment came about because my father returned one

On being an Editor It must be a form of cosmic retribution—or what the ill-informed call “karma”—or what the sage denizens of my neighborhood mean