jazz

One of my grandfathers was a jazz drummer.

For 25 years, the small, L-shaped Gardenia room on Santa Monica Boulevard has served as a musical home for a diverse group of would-be jazz and cabaret singers.

An enormous cocktail party was not on Ibsen’s itinerary—there is no jazz band in “Hedda Gabler”—but there was a similar sense of impending disaster, before and during the evening in question.

The group is an instrumental outfit that operates between categories—not quite rock; not quite jazz; both acoustic and electronic; playing music that exists somewhere between composition and improvisation.

Her music contains a mix of pop, R&B, soul, jazz, dance, and hip-hop, as anyone watching her dazzling Glastonbury performance in the summer will have seen.