I have, on occasion, been accused of being a music snob. Sure, I've spent most of the last five years on a crusade for a rare Bedhead 7-inch. And maybe I choked up when I heard that My Bloody Valentine was reuniting (whatever that means). However, I really consider myself an equal opportunity listener. My country music collection nearly rivals my mid-'90s shoegaze assortment, and my iTunes throws together Dead Prez and Throwing Muses seamlessly. The one thing woefully lacking from my collection, though, is jazz. I can't really explain why, except that it seems more like an atmospheric thing, requiring a dark, smoky club for true appreciation. Despite my perceived snobbery, I actually have a deep appreciation for Chet Baker, the legendary jazz trumpeter featured in the... More >>>