The first time I saw Mombo was when he pulled up in an old VW bus in a cloud of exhaust smoke and dust. He got out holding two large paper bags and said, “Anybody hungry?” Two of my favorite words. The night before, the...
Read MoreMy old apartment had three bowling alleys in it. They were built in the 1930s and were a bit dilapidated. The balls and pins were made of wood, and they weren’t in the best of shape. But you could play a game, if you...
Read MoreI got a call from Joyce. I was in Nashville, Tennessee. Music City USA. She was in Austin, Texas. She asked me if I could be an extra on the TV show ‘Nashville’. They had seen my photos...
Read MoreI had let Batu out into the back yard like I had done a thousand times before. But this time, when I called him, he didn’t come. I had just had arthroscopic knee surgery. I went outside and called Batu’s name again and again....
Read MoreBack in the mid-1990s, a guy named Art Good – a jazz DJ and promoter – organized a Christmas tour, and asked me to join. Peter White was on guitar, Freddie Ravel on piano, and Paul Taylor on sax. Most of these guys started off...
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