These last several weeks have been tumultuous, to say the least. The upheaval on the political scene has caused me consternation, distress, woe, and, finally, (some) acceptance. We are going into uncharted waters. And when I’m feeling uneasy, I tend to retreat into the one consistently calming elixir that soothes my nerves and gives me the space for some self-reflection: jazz. It may seem like a peculiar remedy. But in my experience, I’ve found that jazz, especially of the mid-tempo variety, has the uncanny ability to lend me a bit of comfort as well as the opportunity to pause and take stock of the world in all of its perplexing pulchritude.