It's easy to be down on the New York Time's arts, and particularly, music coverage these days. With only a handful of tenured writers and a mishmash of freelancers, the coverage is a bit erratic and inconsistent.
Today, however, features two fine reads.
The first is an article and interview with the jazz drummer Andrew Cyrille, a stealth presence in the last fifty or so years of jazz history, a "he plays on this one, too" kind of carreer.
The other is about an unlabeled stash of tapes found by the grandson of an Ecuadoran record label chief, and the process of discovery in the search to identify what exactly he had found.