THIS ISSUE: A teenage chance encounter leads to a career writing about jazz.
Spelunking jazz caverns
I never collected baseball cards, played Cops & Robbers, or was a Boy Scout. From the moment I heard the opening guitar riff of Blondie’s “One Way or Another,” at age 6, it was clear that music would be central to everything I was going to do. It was my first important big thing, and my last.
Soon I was exposed to heavy metal, during its golden era. I devoured it with the voraciousness of one of the demons on those album
