Last night I dreamt that Hargrove died. A man I had never met, a voice I had barely listened to, had caused the moon to drop from the sky. The screams that were produced in me were an all encompassing wind. The sky began to change color, a bleeding red in the clouds and an inconsistent yellow in the trees. A majestic and delicate family member had slipped into darkness.
The reason I love Jazz is because it allows me to understand many other music genres and have fun including them into the
mixture, I also really like to improvise, which is the essential characteristic of jazz that lets you feel the freedom inside the piece.