By Cristina Schreil Ron Carter is telling me to put on slippers. I’ve stepped into the legendary bassist’s home on Manhattan’s Upper West Side. “No, put your boots there,” he instructs. “No, there.” I’m suddenly frozen onstage, overwhelmed by Carter’s whip-fast changes. Then he says, “Now, put those brown fuzzy things on.” We move to … Continue reading Ron Carter on the Power of the Bass, and the Onstage Moment He’s Been Waiting For