Coming of Age in the Loft Jazz Scene
In the early 1970s, my uncle, the jazz musician Alan Braufman, was a lanky young man with a bushy mustache and a wavy pile of black hair. Along with his sister (my mother), Alan had recently abandoned his Jewish upbringing in Long Island in favor of the Baha’i faith. We belonged to an exceptionally spiritual and positive community in New York and led carefree lives in the creative center of the universe. Things were very simple, and we were very happy.
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