Chuck, the Sedaris story you mention is a big deal to my kids. It's in one of his books (Me Talk Pretty One Day, I believe) so I read it out loud to the family, and the kids said I'd better not act like THAT Dad. So one day I'm driving and I hear Sedaris reading that story on the radio. Then I said to the kids, who were also in the car at the time, "Hey, YOU guys should really play some instruments and start a band--" They screamed and yelled. Then I got a book-on-tape version of Me Talk Pretty out of the library. Great for driving, because the whole thing is read by Sedaris himself. Played parts of it over and over. The upshot of it is that I only have to say something like, "You know, you guys should learn a jazz instrument; it would be great, you could really swing..." to get my boys to scream in mock horror. Ah, the innocent joys of parenthood.
Funny as the story is, I really feel for the father. He discovered jazz all on his own and had a real passion for it. But it sounded like nobody else in his life gave a crap about it.