The Winston Jazz Routine doesnâ€™t come off as the kind of music youâ€™d typically hear coming out of Nashville. Then again, Iâ€™ve spent a grand total of 20 minutes in Nashville and it was all in a car on the freewayâ€”and yes, Iâ€™m a bit ashamed of that fact. Nathan Phillips is the man behind an ever-rotating cast of characters in The Winston Jazz Routine, yet despite who comes in and out, this is Phillips’ child, and that child ainâ€™t no troubled-troubadour or honky tonk hoedown. Itâ€™s more like torch music for the youthfully somber. Phillips is at heart a piano crooner whose songs are more likely to stir in you the desire to embrace your regrets like a warm blanket than to tap your feet or snap your fingers. Yet these compositions are far from hopeless. On the contrary, they ease into your mind and plant the seed of melancholy we all need every now and then to wash ourselves clean. Itâ€™s tailor-made for rainy days, and Nashville has its share of those, right?