"Jazz was my father’s only form of rebellion. It was forbidden in his home, and he appreciated it as though it were his own private discovery. As a young man, he hid his 78’s under the sofa bed and regularly snuck off to New York City, where he’d haunt the clubs and consort with goateed hipsters. It was a good life while it lasted."

David Sedaris, “Giant Dreams, Midget Abilities”