With the possible exception of Wayne Shorter, every musician who came through the many incarnations of the Weather Report, or the Zawinul Syndicate held his mastery of the music in the highest regard. To them, he was "Pops". To us, he was Joe Zawinul. He was born July 7, 1932, Earth time. He was born again on September 11, 2007, Eternal time. There aren't enough words to express the magnitude of this loss. Next time, an attempt to put together words to celebrate the time he shared with us on this earth.
Hello again. First, I must apologize for being away for so long. I wish I had more of an excuse to give you, but the fact is, sometimes life just gets in the way. In any case, I’m back just in time for the heart of the festival season. Next up for me is the Monterey Jazz Festival in September. We have our tickets in hand, and can’t wait for this, the 61st edition, of the longest continuously running jazz festival in the world. In the meantime, if you’ve followed my Instagram feed in the past, you may have noticed quite a bit more activity than normal. I usually post images live from the festival, and hope to be doing that again this year. In addition, I’ve started a series I’m referring to as Jazz 500 (#jazz500). My Jazz Photojournalism adventure began in 1995. A year later, I covered my first Monterey Jazz Festival. Since then, I’ve covered it every year except 1997 and 1998. As you can imagine, after 20 years of photographing some of the greatest legends of the musi