The music stopped without warning. For more than twenty years, Christmas Eve at the Kennedy Center meant live jazz, shared memories, and a ritual that felt untouchable. Then, in a single season, it vanished. A quiet rebranding, a presidential name, a musicianโs conscience, and a lawsuit collidedโand a cherished tradition was left hanโฆ Continues
What disappeared this year was more than a concert; it was a sense of continuity in a place built to honor memory. Chuck Reddโs decision to walk away rather than perform under a rebranded name turned an abstract institutional change into something painfully visible. His absence left a silence where there had always been swing, solos, and communal warmth on a cold night

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