Photo: Sean Davey
If the pulse of jazz is the ocean swell, then the trumpeter is the surfer improvising against that backdrop, not by stating the obvious, but by creating space through style and rhythm. The best surfers don't just play the tune, but hint at it with sideways glances, subtle intonations, moves away from the beat, long aching silences punctuated by perfectly timed clusters of blue notes, or just a single shimmering note suspended in space, like hanging ten - suspended animation in that beautiful space between gravity and levity
- Sam Bleakley -
King Kelly, pondering the potential. Small Granites,
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