“…when the music feels good, that’s it. Period. I don’t care what kind of music it is. It’s a special feeling you have inside your chest, in your stomach, on your skin.”

On a lazy Saturday afternoon, I find myself conversing with the legendary Johnny Vidacovich, opposite a streaming image on a glowing laptop screen as he relaxes in a padded armchair half a continent away—one of the true wonders of this very pecul...