2011 end-of-year reflections on sincerity, common decency and the elusive ways of “the muse.” And you can even hear me sing if you have the stomach for it 🙂

It seems like everyone is throwing their hats into the ring in the aftermath of the scrum catalyzed by Nicholas Payton’s blog post this week (suggesting that the word “jazz” be replaced by BAM, an acronym for “black American music”). Here is my $.02.