I went to Dave Holland Big Band tonight. I love live jazz. It's great
energizer to cold weather or any weather for that matter. You always leave
jazzed. I especially love big band jazz, I was thinking about it at the
concert. I'm no musical critic. I don't know all the terminology. I played
trumpet way back in elementary school and I can't read a lick of music really
any more. I just know how it makes me feel... usually horny and hyper. I think
like a big band, a sort of rhythmic cacaphony. Various instruments makes
themselves heard above the rest for a few moments then pass back into this
complicated cacaphony of rhythm. Most people seem to sit there listening
politely, maybe tapping a hand or a foot.. Not me, I fidget terribly during
the concert, swaying to this beat, then bopping to that, feeling each
discordant note jar me out of complacency. It's kind of this whole body
experience. Mind like a jazz band, Number Nine.