"Belletto, you're playing your goddamn reeds off. Beautiful."
--Frank Sinatra, after seeing Belletto perform at Al Hirt's in the 70s.

A prophet is without honor in his own home town, to mangle a phrase, and that holds just as true for musicians who have to fight against the teeming masses that have only an instinctual relationship with the musical muse in the first place. Most of the time, they don't know what they like, but th...