Within the world standing, jazz's greatest gift is also its greatest curse; it is ubiquitous, transparent in plain sight. We need to widen our lens to provide full vision for the entire world to see. Yes, jazz sits comfortably as a cultural staple but comfort dulls our strife. We need to crank up jazz's operating temperature from a cool pulse to a fiery white heat. Whether working with small local art organizers or national groups such as those mentioned here, or charging forward as a one-person army, everyone's effort is equally important and equally needed. Our goal needs to actively transform jazz from a cultural staple to a cultural imperative. A goal only achieved with everyone mobilized and heading in the same direction.
I love jazz because next to my kids, it's the love of my life.
I was first exposed to jazz by Joe Rico from a tiny station in Niagara Falls in 1954 when I was 13.
The best show I ever attended was Maynard Ferguson who blew the roof off Massey Hall in the late 50s.
My advice to new listeners is to listen to everything you can and then listen again.