The May 2024 issue of this beloved publication marks the first occasion the column I share with Hal Smith (and various guests), “Ain’t’cha Got Music,” is absent from its pages (or screen for you online subscribers) since the inaugural offering in November, 2020. Fear not, faithful reader, both Mr. Smith and Mr. Barnhart are still fighting fit, and we will continue our forensic dissection of music both beloved and bygone in next month’s edition! Hal was so busy traveling and performing in April, he only had the 7th-9th available to work on our planned edition highlighting New Orleans cornet legend Johnny Wiggs. Those dates didn’t work for me so editor Andy Senior has had to fill pages B-12 and B-13 with something new and novel! [ Editor's Note: This month the space featured Hal Smith and Keven Dorn continuing a conversation on Morey Feld.]
My excuse is the antithesis of Hal’s: I’ve had over a month sans gig—a rare situation that would have sent me into paroxysms of terror during my 20s-40s, but now in my fifties creates a feeling of peace and possibilities. Why am I relieved that I’m currently not beholden to perform double or triple-headers on a daily basis? Because this particular hiatus finds me in the position of having to move from the home I’ve owned for 30 years: the only place Anne, my wife of twenty-four years, and I have ever known together, and the loc
The Rise of a Jazz Vibraphonist: Evelyn Yosmali
Garry Berman
