Memphis Minnie

A few months ago, I sat on the patio of the Produce Row Café in Portland, Oregon, and listened as my friend Jay Martin — aka DJ Hwy 7 — spun 45s all night long. Read More

A blues singer perspires profusely all over herself and her microphone, a modern-jazz saxophonist spins a series of abstract lines out of his horn, teenagers in pompadour and poodle skirt lindy-hop to rock 'n' roll, a hot jazz trumpeter blows so hard that he literally levitates above the crowd. Read More