Jazz, it’s a controversial word in the music world. Wildly lauded for instrumental virtuosity and an idea of cool, hip.

Jazz, you are dying. Not your fault. I love you still and always, in all ways. Here is just to say, I want to hear music that affects and reflects me, teaches, interacts, plays with me. And this is why we do what we do. No affronts, simply choice cuts. No you or I, just you and I, as the bass line plays and the sax on top. Piano and drums in the backdrop. May sometime want to put a lyric to it. This is jazz, have you got the spirit?

I’m online, turn my back like Miles to the crowd, sunshades on while playing my horn, leading the band on the same stage where I stand. Odd isn’t it? Not a question, but is it? You might actually want to research it. Fuck, I care, I’m right here. Nough said for now. More to come.

Priceless