It was distinctly embarrassing (but not altogether surprising) for me to discover the editorial glitches in the June 2024 issue of The Syncopated Times. I’d
As I write this, it is five days since my second eye surgery. In the plus column, this is the first time in nearly fifty
In the March issue of The Syncopated Times I devoted a portion of this space to discussing the immediate delight I experienced on installing a
Of all that which I consider worthy, perhaps the most remarkable is when someone does exactly what they promise they’re going to do. I weep
This week I felt it entirely necessary to buy myself a huge computer monitor—though not the largest one that was available. As my eyesight sinks
This is my Eighth Anniversary Issue of The Syncopated Times, and I suppose I should be eating cake or something. I find myself preoccupied with
It’s a new year, and I am required by law to be optimistic. Never mind that each previous year has, in its own way, been
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,
