One of my past occupations was a brief stint trying to play jazz. I quickly realized I was much better spinning it (at WEMU) than playing it. Besides, my middle brother was already a professional jazz musician so that was being held down. But in addition to him, my uncle has been a part of the Detroit jazz scene since its inception. Every time I visit my uncle, he recounts to me numerous tales and encounters with some of the biggest names in jazz (who incidentally got their start in Detroit). As some of you know, I have written on the connection between jazz, jazz musicians, and Islam (in my opinion, jazz is the American Muslim nasheed). Below is a snippet of the conversation I had with my uncle. In sha’Allah, more to come.