When I first moved to New York I was excited to discover all the Jazz cafes my former neighbor and jazz musician had told me about. However, all my searches came to dead ends at the entrances of large venues charging $30 covers for traveling musicians far from native to this city. My second round of searches brought me inside of numerous interiors of covert speakeasies full to the brim with expensive cocktail lists, hand carved ice cubes, and the worst talent if any I have witnessed to date. Apparently the rise of cocktail/mixology culture in NYC was the fall of non-commercialized entertainment.