MICHAEL STEINMAN (firstname.lastname@example.org) first heard Louis Armstrong on records in the 1950s, a transcendent experience. (He also saw Louis and the All-Stars in 1967.) He has been published in many jazz periodicals, and was the New York correspondent for The Mississippi Rag.
Michael is called upon frequently to write liner notes, which have been an integral part of many compact discs on labels including Arbors, Nagel-Heyer, Stomp Off, NifNuf, Jazzology, Audiophile, LaLa, Azica, Little Simmy, Amber Lake, and GelberMusic. Since 1982, Michael has been Professor of English at Nassau Community College in Garden City, New York.
His heroes include Bobby Hackett, Vic Dickenson, Ruby Braff, Eddie Condon, Frank Chace, Jo Jones, Pee Wee Russell, Ben Webster, Frankie Newton, Hot Lips Page, Lester Young, Dave Tough, and Big Sid Catlett.
But he admires many living musicians (jamming for the tip jar and for dinner) just as much: Jon-Erik Kellso, Mark Shane, Kevin Dorn, Bent Persson, Rebecca Kilgore, Marty Grosz, Dan Barrett, John Gill, Dawn Lambeth, Marc Caparone, Duke Heitger, Andy Schumm, Lena Bloch, Matt Wilson, Kirk Knuffke, Ted Brown, Bob Arthurs, Gordon Au, Connie Jones, Tim Laughlin, Craig Ventresco, Melissa Collard, Barbara Rosene, Ehud Asherie, Rossano Sportiello, Janice Day, Martin Litton, Dan Levinson, Jeff Hamilton, Bryan Shaw, Dan Block, Harry Allen, Scott Robinson, James Dapogny, Michael Kanan, Roberta Piket, Billy Mintz, Brad Linde, Jeff Barnhart, Andrew Swann, Bob Barnard, Petra van Nuis, Andy Brown, Mike Karoub, Kris Tokarski . . . a long list.
He is immensely proud of this blog and the community of readers it has attracted from Long Island to Istanbul, and of its nomination as one of the Best Jazz Blogs of 2009 by the Jazz Journalists Association. Michael has come to think of himself as a jazz archivist, an identity first nurtured when he first smuggled a cassette recorder into a jazz club almost forty-five years ago.
His videos — more than five thousand — seen here and on YouTube — have made both musicians and jazz fans happy for eight years. He has taken his camera into clubs, parties, festivals, and concerts from Newcastle (UK) and Westoverledingen (Ger) to North Beach, California — with many visits to New York, Colorado, Atlanta, Dizzy’s Club Coca Cola, Birdland, The Ear Inn, Mezzrow, Smalls, Casa Mezcal, and other happy places in between.
He only refers to himself in the third person in situations such as this blogpost. Meet him at a festival, club, or concert, he reverts to common practice — much less unsettling that way. He favors bright clothing but sometimes goes undercover with more sedate garb.