At a jazz gig in New York City or elsewhere, I’m usually wearing a Hawaiian shirt (I favor large blossoms) and I have a videocamera either up to my face or within reach. There’s a notebook and a pen. Often there’s food near me: video archiving is hungry work; less often, intoxicating beverages. Yawning and videoing don’t mix.
My email address is email@example.com. My friends call me Michael; more formal types call me Mr. Steinman. If you’re a promoter of “jazz” and you’d like me to review your artist’s new CD or related endeavors, please look at a few posts on this blog, so the effort of contacting me hasn’t been wasted. And I am serious. Publicists are doing a job they are paid for, I hope, and I will assume they are serious people, devoted to their art. But if you are promoting someone “smooth,” someone “genre-bending electronica and house,” we are not a good fit. Here’s a test. Who’s Lester Young? Who’s Louis Armstrong? Who were the members of the Count Basie rhythm section? I know that I am leaving out my living heroes who make this music, but I didn’t want to make one friend a test question and hurt someone’s feelings by omission. And when you write to me, it’s old-fashioned, but I prefer the personal approach rather than “Hey!”
In November 2011, I made the metaphorical leap to Facebook, where I post JAZZ LIVES simultaneously: you can find it or me there at http://www.facebook.com/michael.jazzlives.
And . . . as if all that media display wasn’t enough, the videos I post here also appear on YouTube on the swingyoucats channel.