It doesn't exist. Seriously. I've been working all day listening to nothing but Jazz. Coltrane. Miles Davis. Chet Baker. Dave Brubeck. Art Blakey. Stanley Jordan. Jazz is a miracle, if ever there was one.
I didn't get into Jazz until about 10 years ago. I'm a product of a small, western-Kansas town. I came of age in the 80s, which means you either embrace country or hair metal. I chose the latter. And I still listen to Hair Nation on satellite radio religiously.
But Jazz is a whole other dimension of music. A fifth dimension. It's so intense and beautiful and mysterious and sublime and exciting, all at the same time. Jazz is the thinking-man's music. It's improvisation. And timing. And the ability to work with a team.
If you want to understand the way the world really works, listen to Jazz. It's a metaphor for nature. And life.
