I played in jazz bands for twenty years growing up; never heard of the JAZZ AMBASSADORS, though. Interesting concept — I can imagine a ...
read moreI played in jazz bands for twenty years growing up; never heard of the JAZZ AMBASSADORS, though. Interesting concept — I can imagine a bunch of state department wonks sitting around a conference room table in the 1950s, asking who could help spread the gospel of America's superiority. Jazz was huge back then (as was my beloved contract bridge; I clearly was born in the wrong day and age). Why not send Diz along with Benny Goodman to show how of course, there is no racial inequity in the good ol' US of A?
Not surprisingly, Dave Brubeck and others were critical.
The rare letters make JAZZ AMBASSADORS a great themeless marquee, and the controversy sure is compelling. Not as fun or entertaining as listening to Duke's big band, but that's okay.
Super fun to uncover HARD ASS. It's not a NYT debut, but it's still entertaining to wonder ... wait … could it possibly be … yup! Talk about NEW ERAS for the Times.
Fantastically innocent clue in [It's a blessing] — GESUNDHEIT! Trying to figure out what could possibly contain the letter sequence NDH reminded me of a puzzle from history I loved.
Not far behind that was [Window you might want to close quickly]. This jumpy Seattleite went straight to murder hornets and wildfire smoke, but thankfully it was a POP-UP AD.
I had a hard time spelling Megan RAPINOE, because I often forget if it's STOMA or STEMA. You know, because it's part of a plant? (Anybody? Bueller?) But I fondly remember watching World Cup soccer with a former NCAA Division I soccer-star friend, and appreciating her detailed descriptions of what RAPINOE and the others were doing. I forgot that RAPINOE was SI's Sportsperson of the Year! That is quite the honor; seriously crossworthy.
Speaking of STOMA, I asked a biologist friend to describe it. She asked how many hours I had, and I had to frantically make excuses to leave. Similarly, I asked an earth sciences friend if he knew what LOESS was. His eyebrows retracted into his forehead with disbelief. When I first started doing crosswords, these types of entries seemed bizarre — bizarre sure is in the eye of the beholder, though.
Off to go watch the JAZZ AMBASSADORS and learn more! Great way to gently pique my interest.