
On Saturday afternoon I came home from eight days in the redwoods. No wifi. No cell service.
Totally unplugged.
Jazz Camp West (a production of Living Jazz) is an island of time in the middle of my year, a musical utopia (except for the camp cot and mosquitos).
I’ve been to JCW ten out of the last eleven years (and the one year I missed was a huge mistake).
The last week of June is sacred time. Nothing gets between me and Jazz Camp West.
Last year I remember [Read more…]



