I have a friend; an artist, a jazz fan, and a kind soul. He doesn’t drive, but when I play at the venue down the street from his place he shows up like clockwork, sitting close to the bandstand, nursing a light meal or a non-alcoholic beer through the set, and listening with his whole being. And at the end of the night, though he is older than I (even), he insists on helping carry the keyboards out to my car. But the most unique thing he does for me is assemble a sheaf of photocopied articles on music and music listings; a compendium of what’s going on that month in jazz and the rest of the music world, taken from the Globe, the Times, the New Yorker, and other sources. The last packet he handed me was so thick it was weeks before I had the leisure time to go through it, but yesterday at the beach I caught up on all the articles and, as always, added to my education as a musician. During the school year, I often post some of the articles on the bulletin board outside the practice rooms. I have told my friend that he deserves a spot on a jazz radio program so more people can hear his up-to-the-minute collations. Alas, there hasn’t been a jazz show on New Hampshire Public Radio for many, many years. Well, he has one fan, at least, in me.