Nextbop: No More Lines in the Sand

We may not be right in drawing our lines in the sand as it relates to the overall jazz industry and press. Our stances, while periodically bombastic, may not be helpful to the discourse, and certainly not helpful to the newcomers to whom we’re trying to appeal. Perhaps the Marsalis campers (ahem, traditionalists) are the barometer for modern jazz enthusiasts to measure their craft.

As it is every Thursday, I have a new post up at Nextbop and it's getting some pretty good response. I'm sort of shocked folks like it this much. Head on over there and see what folks are seriously digging.

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