Of course. "When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon."
Hey I have a Harvard Square jazz story! Back in the early 80s I was living in central square and there was a jazz club on what was then Boylston st. (now JFK st.), half a block down from the Harvard T stop, and below ground. I cannot remember the name of the place, and, to my memory at least, it is not mentioned in the article you posted. That was too long ago I guess. Anyway, one cold night in what was probably the winter of 1980 (winter in Boston meaning October to May; I'm guessing this was probably November or December 1980) I went to see George Coleman at that downstairs place. Halfway through the set I turned to my right, and who was standing there looking very happy to be hearing George Coleman live but Pat Metheny. That's the end of the story.
Ethan -- Have you read anything by James Crumbly? The Last Good Kiss? Thinking you might have based on your leanings. Great stuff.
Of course. "When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon."
Perhaps the greatest opening line in crime fiction.
Hey I have a Harvard Square jazz story! Back in the early 80s I was living in central square and there was a jazz club on what was then Boylston st. (now JFK st.), half a block down from the Harvard T stop, and below ground. I cannot remember the name of the place, and, to my memory at least, it is not mentioned in the article you posted. That was too long ago I guess. Anyway, one cold night in what was probably the winter of 1980 (winter in Boston meaning October to May; I'm guessing this was probably November or December 1980) I went to see George Coleman at that downstairs place. Halfway through the set I turned to my right, and who was standing there looking very happy to be hearing George Coleman live but Pat Metheny. That's the end of the story.