Still, there was something in the memory of those eyes. There was a message. I went alone and joined an initial audience of three. They fiddled around, tuned, chatted. Nothing was rehearsed.
Jazz is so all over the place.
The boys in the band went everywhere and back. They did what they pleased. They settled on a tune and started in. And not long into it, for only the second time ever, I got jazz again. Only this time, I was stone cold sober.