The state of the nation's jazz mags

What kind of public service is this column offering by simply saying nice things about The Wire every couple of months? The time has come to get down and dirty with the real stuffIt was a lovely, late summer afternoon. In Ray's Jazz on the top floor of Foyles bookshop in London's Charing Cross road, the elegantly-dressed woman approaching the counter with two Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis albums under her arm suddenly gave an involuntary start. Out of the corner of her eye, she had caught sight of the j...

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