About the Author

Dominic Guanzon is a sheltered suburbanite who’s trying really, really hard to do something useful. He comes from the world of audio, music, radio, early 00s internet, and podcasts. He has a B.A. in jazz and a minor in broadcasting because he hates money. In college he started writing about music instead of performing it because he noticed he was spending way more time on the keyboard that goes past “G.”

Chicago is where he was born, where he hopes to live one day, and if he’s lucky, where he’ll kick the bucket (for the symmetry).

For other business inquiries, please see his personal website. (No, he didn’t pay for that platform either.)

About the Website

Jazz. Mass movement politics. Chicago. Three things I love. Photographing, repping, and putting them on blast have been a hobby of mine for the past decade. The methods and media change, but the message stays the same: people power in the streets and jazz music on the sheets.

With my jazz photos and writings, my primary goal is to “capture the night” as best an amateur photographer can. Sometimes my hiatuses take it to an extreme, but hey, nobody’s paying for this (please see “Contacts & Socials” if you wanna change that).

When out covering a protest or meeting, I often find a lot of inspiring people making a lot of noise and good trouble. I can only hope my work can hone in on what they’re doing.

The single most important thing to know about jazz and politics is there’s a lot of memes and in-jokes and it’s all kind of dumb. But the music’s really good, and the causes even better, so stick around and see what comes out of a guy trying to make sense of the sounds and noise. Because my first real listen to jazz may have been in college, but Benny Golson telling stories and playing “Now’s the Time” is a pretty good place start.

The best picture I could get taken just before he headed for the door.

About My Biases

If someone tells you they don’t have a bias, they’re either terribly naive or intentionally lying to you.

Getting facts wrong is super cringe.

Human rights are cool.

Billionaires don’t care about you.

All power to all the people.

About the Name

I wear blue polos. Straight-up nothing but blue polo shirts every single day.

When I was little, I commented on how I liked the blue polo my mother got me. Later that year my entire family got me blue polos for Christmas. Then my birthday. Now I get them randomly, and it’s a running joke. An overwhelming majority of them are cheap knock-off brands from my relatives back home in the Philippines.

One day, I had this logic train laid out for me.

Blue polos = blue collars.

Blue collar = down-to-earth/understandable.

Down-to-earth/understandable = not most people’s first thought when Marquis Hill is going off on some space-age, afro-futurism shit.

I know about as much as you do. I just fixate on things for longer.

It’s a really dumb name.

Let’s get lost.