The Seattle Times takes on The Holler Sessions:

The word “fan” is an abbreviation of “fanatic.” In both cases, Ray qualifies.

Holed up in a cramped broadcast studio, this Kansas City radio jock plays vintage jazz records and waxes poetic and pissed-off between tunes for, one guesses, a very small late-night audience.

Ray, the sole character in Frank Boyd’s humorous, impassioned solo show “The Holler Sessions” at On the Boards, also sleeps, eats and drinks in this hoarder’s cubbyhole.

He inhabits the place, body and soul. The flurry of stick-’em notes, the piles of newspapers and boxes of files, the tacked-up photos of jazz greats like Charlie Parker and Charles Mingus, the bottle of whiskey in a drawer — all are projections of Ray’s total devotion to a seminal American art form and his evangelical advocacy for it.

Worshipping at the shrine of jazz, Ray urges, seduces, all but begs us to join his flock. Through mutual listening to the sublimely inventive sounds of Mingus and Ellington, Ray insists, “We collectively create a thing of beauty.”

Read the rest of the review at the Seattle Times.