All that Jazz...
Once an old friend of mine said to me, "You don't like Jazz music because you can't stay in the moment." I knew he was right, but there was also something else to it: I am the daughter of a Jazz musician, and I guess the simplest way for me to rebel was through disliking the very music I grew up with. Unlike many of the other kids I knew (or so I thought)my musical repertoire was full of slick cats and mesmerizing music that would define everything I have now come to identify as my childhood. Well, slowly but surely I grew out of my self-imposed rebellion. Funnily enough, it was through Etta James who I discovered in my early 20s. Suddenly, I had something to talk to my father about and my weekly visits with him became something I actually looked forward to, as he would give me free reign through his by then diminished album collection. I got Miles, I got Ayers, I got Stevie...musical gems made even more valuable by the fact that they once belonged to my Daddy... I g...