Jazz cats are so cute. While the music world commits all manner of wondrously esoteric foolishness on its collective iMac, much of the jazzocracy still can't decide what to make of that most primitive emitter of electronic signals, the electric guitar. You may have heard of this contraption, and its death, from tireless techno propagandists, who deem the device as tinny a relic of the industrial age as the AFL-CIO. Yet for Lincoln Centrists, said instrument remains the bane of all that is holy, their plaints ringing with the hollow naiveté of a retired Cold Warrior grousing in his cups over Castro's... More >>>