My dad was a jazzophile. When he was a kid, on the day that the magazine Downbeat came out, he would run to the music store to be the first in line to buy it. Later, he started a high school jazz band, and continued with it into college. Charlie Parker was his ideal. Dad liked to brag that he'd seen Parker fall off the stage not once...but twice. I can remember very few artists my dad admired who didn't fall off the stage, either literally or figuratively. Dad loved the edge, and edgy people. I never remember him loving someone like Anthony Trollope, for instance. Dark and twisted were his mainstays.
posted by Martha @ 9:43 PM
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