I recently fell into a Jazz discussion via a debate between Stanley Crouch and James Mtume over the importance of Miles foray into electronic jazz fusion. I forgot that such debates still raged, and I have found some old soulmates in the process.
My hunger for jazz has been rather weak and I haven't looked for anything new for a while. Everything is just a new interpretation of the Standards and I'm happy enough with that. I got the Ella Fitzgerald boxed set for Christmas and that has been the last outstanding thing, although I am really hooked on the latest Stanley Clarke. But basically, other than Laswell and McFerrin, I haven't bothered to make a move to get any jazz and am happy with my casual listening.
Every once in a while, I might get a Chick Corea or Herbie Hancock. The smooth jazz doesn't bother me much although I absolutely hate the 4/4 version of Take Five. But I've met a new writer Nashira Priester and she's connected via Facebook to Greg Tate and suddenly I am reminded of that whole world of the music/cultural production and criticism.