Boy, is it ever. From the setting to the instrument to the very label it’s appearing on, John Medeski’s aptly named forthcoming album speaks to a different time — a time long, long before his more recent genre-melting experiments

Peter Viani, who had a memorable late-1970s tenure in the Frank Sinatra band, offers series of solo recitations that are lyrical but never lightweight.

It’s almost like a rite of passage for every jazz pianist worth his salt to make a Bill Evans tribute record. Her salt, too. Pamela Hines was more than ready for her own thesis on this greatly influential figure of both jazz and piano

I always had a complicated relationship with Billy Joel’s love songs. As worldly wise and street tough as his albums, in particular early on, could no doubt be, something seemed to go wrong when he tried to talk about girls.

To hear the music of Sumi Tonooka as she plays on Now: Live at the Howland is to hear music stripped bare. The album presents two solo sets recorded on March 22, 2010 at the Howland Center in Beacon, New York.

Toronto-based pianist Chris Donnelly has made two records so far, and both of them are solo piano records (Solo (2009) and Metamorphosis (2011). We now finally get to hear how this inventive musician interact with other musicians with the first album by Myriad3, a trio he recently formed with fellow Ontarians Dan Fortin (bass) and Ernesto Cervini (drums).

Dave Brubeck, convention-defying jazz pianist and author of the standards “In Your Own Sweet Way” and “The Duke,” among others, has died — just one day shy of his 92nd birthday.

When jazz pianist Danny Green released his 2009 debut album With You in Mind, he effectively demonstrated his unique blend of jazz, classical, and Brazilian sounds.

The temptation, with a child prodigy, is to cut him some slack. Lost in the wonder of miniature virtuosity, we tend to forgive the small slip up, the easy cliche. No such accommodations are needed for Esteban Castro

Mike McCarthy, a Phoenixville, Pennsyvania-based pianist, isn’t what he at first seems. He begins here with a series of contemplative runs, punctuated ever so briefly by these twinkling asides, recalling nothing so much as the nostalgic sweep of Vince Guaraldi