Okay, folks—this mess has gone on long enough. The festivals are dropping like flies and I, along with all the other musicians in the scene, are looking at the rest of 2020 just like our great president looks at a salad—I have absolutely no idea what to do with it.
But despite our best laid plans for this year, the universe thought otherwise, and here we are. And there’s no immediate sign of any relief: I just heard that the Broadway scene here in NYC is planning to cancel all its performances for the rest of the year. And, as a litmus test for live music in New York, that doesn’t bode well for the rest of us. Who knows when the clubs might be able to open up again?
For the last few months, since the initial outbreak, I’ve tried my darndest to write light hearted columns in this publication to try and keep spirits up (not to mention my own); but with each passing week, the weight of my situation is fast becoming too much to bear.
So it’s with a heavy heart that here and now: I am officially announcing my retirement from the music business.
It’s been a fun ride, but all good things must come to an end, and jazz just ain’t paying the bills anymore.
Folks, it’s time to say goodbye to the Professor...and say hello to New York’s hottest new gigolo! That’s right ladies (and some of you gents), I’m putting away the sax and dusting off my leather chaps. As Cole Po