I recently came across a record by 1960s Episcopal priest and jazz musician Robert Owen.
We are flakes of snow; we are notes vanishing in the air.
Four new books that explore Black Americans’ religious witness
On Saturdays at First Presbyterian, the congregants know good jazz when they hear it. But the event is first of all a church service.
In the digital age, music albums are often seen as quaint, obsolete. Yet a well-crafted collection of songs often carries with it a narrative arc, even when the compositions lack words.
Like millions of others, I was a devoted Dave Brubeck fan—ever since I first heard his music in the 1950s.