Back in 1977, while the rest of the world was busy discovering punk rock and the rings of Uranus, I made a couple of discoveries of my own; a long-lost uncle and, thanks to him, a whole new world of music. We had just 2 records in our house, so our first visit to Uncle Denis was quite a shock to the system… in his living room, there was an entire wall of floor-to-ceiling shelves stuffed with LPs, and almost all of them were jazz recordings. Denis couldn’t believe that I hadn’t heard any jazz before, and he had no doubt about the best way to get me started. “You’ve got to listen to this!” he said, putting on Django Reinhardt et le Quintet du Hot Club de France. 30 seconds in, and I was hooked.