I remember my first time listening to Rhapsody in Blue. My friend Ethan had a father who maintained a certain level of culture that surpassed many people I knew in that day, the early 2000’s. Jim was a man who knew good music. Though he didn’t retain an extensive collection, he had enough. It was an experimental time in my life. Just a couple of years prior, my single digit self was introduced to a musician that would alter my destiny: John Williams, and as many know, being the Boston Pops’ principal conductor for thirteen years, Williams played a lot of jazz, good jazz, the kind of jazz you think up in the deep recesses of sleep as you’re taken back to the day when flapper girls and speakeasies ran amok.