Paging Doctor Bebop   The good doctor, he knows all that book stuff — the flatted fifth, Italian baroque — hell, he wrote the book, and that would be enough if books were enough, but he won’t just sell you on the art of listening, he’ll give you the real medicine, body and soul — the silver horn, the music that you live for, music that you die for, that the whole world needs to hear, now — the clickity klack of time on the rails, the spike in the blood and the colors of sound. Where have you gone, Doctor Bebop? And when will you be back? Life’s so syncopated — starts and stops. Good music, though — man, it just goes on and on                                                          for Howie Brofsky     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont November 2013