My father’s wood shop wasn’t just for learning all things wood, there was culture too. Every Thursday, all of the public radio stations we could tune to in Helena, Montana, would play jazz.
There was our standby station, KUFM out of Missoula. Not always as clear, KEMC out of Billings. And the cool station, KGLT out of Bozeman.
For whatever reason, Thursdays all three stations would play jazz. Mostly good stuff. Coltrane, Monk, Brubeck. Rarely would we get stuck with sets on all of the stations that wouldn’t get us in the groove.
It only made sense that the creativity of craftsmanship with wood would be enhanced with the creative beats of a jazz drummer. Thanks Buddy Rich for keeping me loose while I sanded my Thursday afternoon away.