Because every time he played his horn, even only one note, magic happened for me. It didn't matter what was under or over it. Holland's voice resonates like the weathered wood instrument he plays. His verbal cadence swings, punctuated by frequent smiles. He is accustomed to thinking in terms of the bottom of things.
Music keeps changing.
Each generation has to redefine the elements of rhythmic feeling. Things have got to change and we have got to be prepared to recognize those changes. A certain gentleness, an unaggresive approach which did not go out and punch people in the face and provoke hysteria. I like there to be some calm in the room. I put the four people together to begin with, but we were the sum total of our directions.