Art Kane, a freelance photographer working for Esquire magazine, took the picture around 10 a.m. on August 12 in the summer of 1958. The musicians had gathered at 17 East 126th Street, between Fifth and Madison Avenues in Harlem. Esquire published the photo in its January 1959 issue. Kane calls it “the greatest picture of that era of musicians ever taken.”
— from the Wikipedia entry
The best thing about living in LA in the 90s was being able to see so many jazz greats play on random nights in small clubs, since lots of musicians ended up living where the recording studios were.
Why is wholesome, good hearted, supportive TV so rare these days? I cried three times during the first episode alone. What a fucking gem this is.
Spoiler alert: Jason Statham never punches a shark, or anyone for that matter. Also? It was like the worst Shape of Water sequel ever.
If you have a My Brother, My Brother, and Me channel in your social Slack channels, know that in the middle of any conversation about their podcasts I just might drop killer food news in it.
I never thought I’d live in a time where updating my web browser by simply restarting it and restoring my tabs would be one of the most stressful things that I would schedule around my work day.
Car stereos should have hardware knobs to adjust volume without having to take your eyes off the road. This is a fact. There’s nothing to discuss.