Later, I’ll have a report on the final concert of the Hampton festival, the changing of its artistic leadership, and a few thoughts on jazz education and the future of the jazz audience. At the moment, the hotel’s checkout deadline is looming. I’m packing up and hitting the road following an intense and interesting four days in Moscow.
As promised, I’ll also be catching up, by way of mini-reviews, with some of the CDs that have accumulated in the past few weeks.







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