We did not ask for this room or this music. We were invited in. Therefore, because the dark surrounds us, let us turn our faces to the light. Let us endure hardship to be grateful for plenty. We have been given pain to be astounded by joy. We have been given life to deny death. We did not ask for this room or this music. But because we are here, let us dance.
An old friend once told me something that gave me great comfort. Something he had read. He said that Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin never died. They simply became music.
Those who are seen dancing are thought insane by those who cannot hear the music. It’s just a matter of finding a way to hear the music.
Jazz is like a beautiful woman. Complex, emotional, hard to please. She doesn’t just give it to you, she makes you work for it.
Music, indeed, is nothing. It’s just vibrations that travel through the air. We connect it with our emotions and with everything that we like or dislike. That’s when music becomes something.