It’s Monday night and the house is jumping. No, we’re not in some famous jazz haunt like the Village Vanguard-we’re in Upper Montclair, N.J., and Geri Allen is standing at her stove, hooking it up like all loving moms do. Dinner tonight? Brussel sprouts, baked chicken and macaroni and cheese.
Allen is catering to her three energetic children-Laila, 14; Wally, 8; and Barbara, 6-and the family’s good-natured but rambunctious pooch, Krypto, when suddenly Wallace Roney enters the house. After exchanging pleasantries with his wife and children, Roney heads upstairs, grabs his trumpet and blazes through a series of scales with pinpoint precision.