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In the 1950s, Lou Donaldson was a ferocious bebop alto saxophonist, a Charlie Parker disciple who later explained his devotion in just seven words:...

I spent the last couple days as a hired gun. An old New York pal of mine was working an ad job, and asked me to not only record some lap steel, but...

I'm sure I'll hear about it if I open with the phrase, "I was eating barbecue once in Connecticut," but – I was eating barbecue once in...

It took a long time for me to back into the point and significance of the Great American Songbook. To some extent, this has to do with where I...

A couple of months ago, I mentioned I was working on making a downloadable version of my Youtube series, Six Steps To Playing Fingerstyle Blues In...

We had a few cold days in Austin last week. Cold enough for me to realize that yes, as I feared, 20 years in Texas has thinned my blood. The cold,...

I had a friend in New York named John who worked as a dialect coach. One night he was explaining how he gave every client a mnemonic, a short...

When I was learning to improvise, there was one thing in particular I heard over and over again: leave space. It's the musical equivalent of "if...