
Truce or Consequences
It’s never not a chaotic month. I spent much of November arranging to have this paper mailed from a new post office. The Syracuse newspaper
It’s never not a chaotic month. I spent much of November arranging to have this paper mailed from a new post office. The Syracuse newspaper
As happens every year in this latitude, Autumn is a time of less sunlight and more shadow, and a chilliness that reminds us to bring
I enjoyed an unexpected vacation during the month of August—or I should say I enjoyed those aspects of it that were enjoyable. This brief sabbatical
Even though the Long Intermission is finally over (or we’ve just decided to go on with our lives after three years of hiding behind masks
As I write this on the longest day of the year, I feel like I’ve just lived through the longest week of the year. We’re
As I wrote the thumbnail bio of Guy Lombardo for the Jazz Birthday of the Month today, I had vague feelings of déjà vu. This
We often hear stories of various wunderkinder who, as soon as their pudgy toddler hands become articulated enough to thump keys on a keyboard, play
I have always found it difficult to ask for assistance, even when I have clearly needed it. This reluctance to accept help may be an
If I’ve learned anything in the almost sixty-one years I’ve been on this planet—and it’s doubtful I have—it’s that I’m destined to be the guy
Artificial stupidity will never replace the real thing. This motto, of which I should commission an embroidered sampler, is brought home to me on a
In the interval between publishing the previous issue and the current one, a little something called ChatGPT has come into being. It bids fair to
There are months (and this is one of them) when I feel I am at best a poor servant of Jazz. I’m like one of
In this dim and chilly season, as snowbirds migrate south and leaves fall from the trees, I turn from my preoccupation with my own foibles
For this month’s column, I cede the floor to Michael Steinman, who published the following kind commentary about me on his excellent site, jazzlives.wordpress.com. I
As I write this month’s column, it’s challenging to find words to express the depth of my gratitude. I am deeply thankful to all those
I find myself sitting here with the words that invariably manifest themselves as I write my Static column for each issue: It’s been a month.
Have I told you lately that contention makes me tired? Just when I think it’s possible to pause and enjoy a moment of relative serenity,
Well, it’s been quite month. Of course, for me, every month is “quite a month”—but this one, if it were a physical rather than an
I was lucky to grow up in a community that was ethnically (if not racially) diverse. Certain nationalities predominated, and in the cul-de-sac where I
Not that I want to brood on untoward anniversaries, but this month marks two years since everything shut down, but good. I find with some
Since publishing my first issue of The Syncopated Times six years ago this month, the time has just flown. It doesn’t feel like a minute
Over the past two years all of us have had to recalibrate our definition of “normal.” It used to be typical that we would see
I’ve never considered myself one for taking risks. I was always that kid whose knees buckled at the notion of climbing to the highest diving
Let me confess here that I have long had a love of Classic Calypso. I’m referring specifically to the lively and witty Trinidadian music recorded