The Angels' Share   No, I'm not talking about downloaded MP3s of
the latest pop hits, or pirated music stolen by offshore crooks
and manufactured in the tens of millions. It's an "instant
record," recorded in an afternoon at a professional studio and
released a week later by the artist him- or herself. It will
never qualify as platinum—or even gold—and it scares the pants
off the major labels. But if truly is the future, then the
majors aren't needed.  This all started at the gym. I kept
running into Andy Gravish, a professional jazz trumpeter, in the
sauna or steam room. We'd idly talk about where he was playing,
music we liked, and mutual friends. On September 24, he told me
he'd just recorded a disc; one week later, he handed me a CD.
Now, that's what you call an instant record! I took the disc
home, brewed a pot of coffee, cued the first track, and very
nearly did a classic coffee-spewing double take. New York/Rome
Hook-Up is good. Actually, it's great. It sounds liquid,
relaxed, and precise, and the pla