Planned closure.
Most jazz fans, myself included, can't resist hyperbole. Breathless superlatives and exaggerated claims of greatness are probably attempts to compensate for the moribund state of the music. It's never more gaudy than the giddy hype that often accompanies The Next Big Thing. Poor Grace Kelly is the victim du jour. "Maybe Grace Kelly is the one," Phil Woods gushed about the teenager. "You never know." Almost twenty years ago saxophonist Christopher Hollyday was the subject of lavish praise. He was only 19 when he recorded On Course for a major label. It is, in fact, very good. Alas, Hollyday didn't become Wynton Marsalis, Norah Jones or Harry Connick, Jr. In fact, he dropped largely out of public view. Here's an udpate.
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Buddies are already ribbing me about my flattering review of last night's Jewel concert. She's not Leonard Cohen. So what? People didn't buy tickets to hear "Sisters of Mercy."
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Make time to screen the remarkable video for P.O.S.'s "Drumroll." Life during wartime, indeed.
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Kansas City rapper The Popper is pleased that he has a "Black President To Represent Me".
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Kansas City Click: Makuza should engage dancers tonight at the Blue Room.
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