Let’s talk about Burnout: Protecting the flame
July 10, 2026
I sit on my porch in the warming spring air. Birdsong wafts on a gentle breeze, trailing off into the lengthening rays of sunset above
I sit on my porch in the warming spring air. Birdsong wafts on a gentle breeze, trailing off into the lengthening rays of sunset above
“I’ll play it and tell you what it is later.” Miles Davis mutters these words into the microphone at the beginning of “If I Were A Bell” and I have never found a clearer explanation of what jazz is. It is what it is. That’s jazz. If you look at the sheet music, there are a few markings for key changes and modes, a little phrase the musicians wanted to remember, and not much else.
