Steve Cannon is an ambassador and guardian for Jazz. Late at night in his apartment on East 6th st, in between thinking about the cosmos and the next chapter of his memoirs, he bangs on the piano. But mostly Steve keeps jazz alive by running his damn mouth. How many times have I heard the tale of him bumpin into Miles at the Village Vanguard, and bein Mr. Enthusiasm, going right up to Miles to ask if he'd played Kinda Blue yet, and Miles coming back with a minor note- “I played it. Didn’t you hear it?”.