Keeping an ear for a sound that moves...
The first two real moments when jazz consumed me was hearing Cannonball Adderley’s “Dis Here” over the radio during one of those ‘drive way moments’ except it was in 100+ degree Florida heat with no air conditioning. The second came soon afterward when a friend at a local record shop recommended a Peter Kowald solo performance that weekend where only about thirty other people showed up but the music was simply incredible. Both were inspiring, lasting moments in time. Both had a palpable affect on me.
Whether art is visual, aural, or visceral it is the experience that I remember most, the macro feel composed of those micro moments. And these experiences make a daily impact on our lives whether we realize it or not.
Listen with open ears.