Static From My Attic

Even when writing about a topic as delightful and congenial as early jazz, it’s quite impossible to avoid controversy. To be fair, just about everyone

From the time I was a mere child until the present day, people have felt that they could say anything at all to me. Sometimes

I have previously written in this space about “dread.” I then referred to a more general foreboding—which still occasionally visits me, in spite of my

On April 9, my wife Sue and I were delighted to attend a performance by Vince Giordano and the Nighthawks in Upper Nyack, New York.

Let me confess: I am mentally unequipped to adjust to the real possibility of joy. Before taking on my new life as publisher of this

I have been allowed to live on this planet (by virtue of not being worth the energy to throttle) for fifty-three years. It’s a lovely

It was a dream: my wife and I were in a large old auditorium which, instead of theater seating, had a polished hardwood dance floor.