Apparently Jimmy Smith – master of the B3 and the funkiest jazzman you’ve ever heard or will ever hear again – died last night. It’s the saddest news I’ve heard in a while. It was just a couple of months back that I mentioned to my jazz-nut friend that we should go on a pilgrimage to his hometown and meet him. If you haven’t heard the incredible Mr. Smith’s Root Down set, you haven’t lived.