Live music in The Gulch

Charlie Parker was born on August 29, and Rudy’s is marking it on the day with a saxophone player who can actually play the book.

Mike Ness has been writing the same song about regret for forty-five years and it keeps getting better.

A Tuesday at the Station Inn, where the room decides whether a band is any good faster than any review can.

Seven pieces of New Orleans brass, at nine, in a basement jazz room that was not designed to contain it.

Six players, written arrangements, a Saturday night — the format jazz clubs exist to host and rarely get to.

Three in the afternoon, gospel harmony, the Station Inn — the least likely and most reliable Sunday in town.

Guitar, Hammond, drums — the most reliable configuration in jazz, at nine on a Wednesday.