Red Hot Jazz

Sometimes friends can be helpful. This past Saturday I was fortunate enough to have my good friend Kristen drag me out to see some jazz.

I ended up seeing the best live jazz in my life. I was 8 feet from a man on saxophone, whistling away under blue lights, and I could feel a revolution stir inside me. The sweet harmonies of the the quartet made my blood boil with glee. I started blushing at the thought of what it must have been like to see someone like Charlie Parker play live. I decided that other than architects, jazz musicians are the people I idol the most.

The jazz musician sees the city as an oceanic orchestra, with every step and building an act of rhythm and sustain. I'm jealous of this underlying pattern they seem to have the ability to evoke. I'm not saying that everything in the world fits together in a sweet harmony (in fact I resent people that believe this). But it's the improvisation they can capture; somehow it all seems to fit together. I don't know how they do it but I know it's good and I like it.