Ok, let’s take a big, deep breath together… and inhale… and exhale… whooooooo….
I just… you know… I don’t…
Alright, I am about to enter the most vulnerable space I’ve ever allowed myself in a published space. Apologies to editor James Hansen, as this is not going to be a very articulate recap. But, honestly, Jazz fans, I think I feel you on this one and we just need to have a collective, exasperated whine session here; so, crack a beer, a diet coke, whatever–let’s complain together. Honestly, excuse me a month from now if this is insane over-reaction, but let’s grieve together.