If you live in Los Angeles then you’ve seen the posters emblazoned upon walls scattered around the city. Bold, white lettering set against a black backdrop. JAZZ IS DEAD. The name, provocative and unrelenting with its subject matter, sticks with you long after you’ve continued with your day. “Is Jazz really dead?” you ask yourself, as you scan through the radio station searching for something genuine, something you can’t find.

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