Pop Culture with the Gravy of Living
I can't listen to the jazz albums of The Maynard Ferguson Big Band without finding the music to be a little creepy. This should not be the case. The music that Ferguson - a trumpeting hero of mine from my youth - created was brash and fun and loud and exciting. Nothing creepy about it. But when I was ten years old or so, my mother, sister and I took a long road trip vacation to the Grand Canyon and on the tri…