Sometimes it’s all about right place, right time. When a 21-year-old Jack Miller camped out at the short-lived Jazz Mill night club in Phoenix, Arizona, for a few nights in late March of 1954, it was just to catch some sets by jazz guitarist Barney Kessel. Of course, with his Knight tape recorder in hand, a small mixer and three mics, he also had an ear for preservation, recording the sound of Kessel and the house band, the Jazz Millers, getting down. Miller scarcely could have known that 62 years later, his recordings would see official . . .
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