By Ken Micallef To be mesmerized is to be hypnotized, which I’ve been when listening to the dense music of 42-year-old drummer/composer/academic Tyshawn Sorey. An astute and perhaps visionary musical thinker, Sorey once told me he enjoyed the music of Henry Mancini and Columbo television soundtracks as much as “serious” music. Having seen him blister improvisational music around Manhattan before taking his chair at Wesleyan, I nevertheless found Sorey’s earlier albums, including Oblique – I, Alloy, The Inner Spectrum of Variables, and Verisimilitude, a tough if enlightening journey. I always w…