We’re often asked where and how we find our stories, and it’s never easy to answer. Most stories find us, frankly, and some of them find us in absurdly indirect, roundabout ways. Take this story, for example: back in January, Matt Munisteri was in town, playing guitar for Kat Edmonson for a few nights at Jazz Alley. After the last set one of those nights, Matt and I chatted at the bar, somewhat aimlessly, making idle chit-chat, frankly, talking about the club, possibly flirting with the bartender, when I mentioned I’d be back at the club in a couple weeks...