Jazz should be smooth. Hot, sometimes, crazy, ok, maybe lively, sometimes sexy, but *always* smooth.
This was taken in New Orleans, at Preservation Hall. I was lucky enough to visit that great jazz hovel just before the storm hit and all Hell broke loose.
Somebody since asked me, “is jazz dead now that New Orleans flooded?”
“Dead, no way,” I replied, “it’ll never be dead. It just smells funny.”
Until next time…