Here’s the next memoir piece in the “music series.” It’s set at around the same time as the previous piece, the late 60s.
“Incubator,” “context,” “environment” are all fancy words for the social interactivity that gives shape to your experience and development (more fancy words). When it comes to music, the ordinary word is “scene.”
Enough linguistic philosophy!
I hope you enjoy my remembrance of the scene I came out of.
PS…With the help of some of you, and the reach of Facebook, I reconnected with Gil Schwartz, the guy who taught me how to play lead guitar when we were teenagers. He’s a freelance jazz guitarist, arranger and educator in the NYC area. I’ll be going to one of his gigs soon. Thanks, mates!