Outside the club at 131 West Third Street, neon signs lose their glare in the stillness of snowflakes that mark a late spring. A rumble perplexes pedestrians accustomed to subway cars or thunder, but neither has a presence here or now.
Inside the club called the Blue Note, Elvin Jones glistens through a drum solo, a sustained cacophony of color. Typical sticks aside, he performs with tympani mallets, locomotion forceful enough to make the cotton tips disintegrate into the air, to float above the audience in a delicate stream, a truth serum that belies violence.
I love jazz because it's sophisticated, international, atmospheric yet free, cool and warm.
I was first exposed to jazz through the sultry voice and flawless swing of my mother.
I met Mark Murphy, David Linx, Kurt Elling, and Youn Sun Nah.
The best show I ever attended was Youn Sun Nah in Paris.
The first jazz record I bought was Native Dancer by Wayne Shorter and Milton Nascimento
My advice to new listeners: open your mind and your ears, forget about structure, feel the textures.
Go see live music and keep buying CDs!