...where do you hear jazz?

I just went to the corner store to get ice cream, and the man at the counter ran my credit card and as it was making sounds processing the card, he said: "Is there a sound better than a credit card machine? It sounds like an old man weeping."

Only in New York City.

Another thing I miss about New York City is that last time I was here I used to hear trumpet music coming from someone's apartment (I never identified which one) near ours coming through the window. Every day after I got home from work around 5pm....and sometimes if I was there during the day I would also hear it. That person must have played hours every day.

So jazz...I would like to visit this small old jazz club in Harlem, EZ's Woodshed. Here is a painting from their website of the jazz musician Thelonius Monk.