About the Author

Dominic Guanzon is a privileged, sheltered, suburbanite who’s trying really, really hard to do something cool. He comes from the world of audio, music, radio, early 00s internet, and podcasts. He has a B.A. in jazz and a minor in broadcasting because he hates money. In college he started writing about music instead of performing it because the keyboard that goes past G is way easier to practice on.

He is also husband to the next pope, Chelsea, as well as their two cats and ball python snake (names withheld because they’re minors).

Chicago is where he was born, where hopes to live one day, and if he’s lucky, where he’ll die (for the symmetry).

For other business inquiries, please see his personal website. (No, he didn’t pay for that platform either.)

About the Website

There’s a certain “level” of jazz where people start thinking:

“Jazz is pretty complicated. Too complicated for me.”

And yet, there’s something primal, something guttural, about the genre in which some of those same people also start thinking:

“Give me an evening of this and someone to talk about it with.”

Maybe, if I don’t mess it up, I can be that someone.

The single most important thing to know about jazz is there’s a lot of memes and in-jokes and it’s all kind of dumb. But the music’s really good, so stick around and see what comes out of a guy trying to make sense out of sound. Because my first real listen to jazz may have been in college, but Benny Golson telling stories and playing “Now’s the Time” is a pretty good place start.

The best picture I could get taken just before he headed for the door.

About the Name

I wear blue polos. Straight-up nothing but blue polo shirts every single day.

When I was little, I commented on how I liked the blue polo my mother got me. Later that year my entire family got me blue polos for Christmas. Then my birthday. Now I get them randomly, and it’s a running joke. An overwhelming majority of them are cheap knock-off brands from my relatives back home in the Philippines.

One day, my wife laid out this logic train for me.

Blue polos = blue collars.

Blue collar = down-to-earth/understandable.

Down-to-earth/understandable = not most people’s first thought when Marquis Hill is going off on some space-age, afro-futurism shit.

I know about as much as you do. Let’s figure it out together.