Jazzed

I saw Sonny Rollins play at the Vancouver Jazz Festival on Monday night.

He waddled out into the spotlight in a white suit and sunglasses, clutching his horn. His back was hunched over and he looked his age. He turns 80 in September.

But his sound was still as powerful as when his title was Saxophone Colossus.

Actually, he was a little too loud in my opinion. He couldn't really have a musical conversation with the other players in his group. It was more like he was giving the sermon and the others were in the choir with the Amens.

Part of it was probably intentional, the rest was probably the sound-guy.

It was an great performance, a solid 90 minutes without a break and then a 15 minute encore, but my Jazz itch wasn't scratched to satisfaction.

I'm going to see Jimmy Cobb play tonight, who played with Miles Davis for a time and was on the brilliant album, Kind of Blue. He's got a group together to do a bunch of the songs off that album in tribute of its 50th anniversary.

I'm hopeful that my itch will be satiated tonight.

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