Years ago, I stumbled upon a paperback copy of Living With Music: Ralph Ellison’s Jazz Writings. After the first chapter, I was hooked. Ellison had unlocked a truth about music that I had been seeking. He wrote about how blues and jazz contained “equipment for living” that are “able to evoke a shared community experience.” I covered my copy with the heaviest paper I could find. I wrote my name and phone number in the interior- just in case. I had a felling that its words would send me on a journey, and wherever I was going, it was coming with me.