I cite my fellow All About Jazz colleagues because of a long relationship with them, their inherent erudition, and their uncanny ability to get me to listen to things I otherwise might miss. To them I say thank you. This next year will mark my 20th year writing for AAJ. Twenty years ago, I was 38 years old looking for an outlet for my music writing that had eluded me until I came across a call for articles from one Michael Ricci in Philadelphia. I emailed my review of Art Pepper's San Francisco Samba (Contemporary, 1997) and it magically appeared among these electrons at just the time the Internet was taking off. And here I am, 2,000 writing pieces later, richer for the people I have met through this website and grateful for them all.
I was first exposed to jazz by my high school girlfriend's father. On the one hand he was the school's Vice Principal, on the other
he was a big Miles Davis fan. He gave me my first jazz record, Miles at the Blackhawk.