Things I’m Verbing: Beginners, sell-bys and old phone numbers

By total accident, I’ve managed to see some theater more than once since the beginning of the year. A friend got me in to The Holler Sessions, a one-man show about loving and discovering jazz. It has such a good ending, I don’t want to spoil it for anyone who might still get a chance to see it, but it had me thinking a lot about radio waves and passion projects and learning how to listen to a language I certainly mostly take for granted. I lean more toward big band and blues if we’re talking earlier 20th-century music, but it’s such a gift to be taught and suddenly understand a pervasive thing you’ve really overlooked.