In 2011, Cadence—one of the premier magazines in
the country covering jazz and other improvised music—found itself at a
deadly confluence of two rapidly drying streams: print journalism and
Mark Simon’s head is shaped like a
fishbowl. But then, I’m looking at the Portland pianist, between bites
of my creamy Pacific Coast Seafood Pasta ($16.50), through the
distorting lens of an oversized and underfunded tip jar...