Jazz

There is something in a thoughtful melody, one which has been lovingly created. There is a beauty in the ability to conjure up an idea and make it come to life only to have it grow and expand, evolve into the moment.

There is something human in listening. And that is what jazz is. To play it one must listen and respond. One must create lovingly and without a goal other than beauty itself. Jazz is musically virtuous. When played it is a good in itself.

There is something gratifying in the ability to play jazz. It is technical and difficult and takes time, and practice. It is often not easily accessible or readily accepted. It has expectations itself and does not suffer mediocrity. The ability to play an instrument well is a lifelong endeavor. Jazz reminds those that will play it that they will never play it as well as they want to.

There is something elated about music for music’s sake. In a world full of shortcomings and short-sighted goals, jazz refuses to be a product. It is above that and stands in its arrogance proudly and unapologetic. It flies high above the noise and nuisance of the unimportant.