Wherever you go there's jazz...
A sense of liberty that rises above the humdrum
Independent spirits in search of new life and a fresh voice...
Jazz. It's in the lovers in their secret corners, in the hollering street traders, the traffic, the cat curled into a ball at the side of the road, the shrieking seagulls, the loving, the angered, the offended, those making up, those alone, and in the multiplying voices of the crowd.
It comes from the streets, stirs it up and sets off on a journey of adventure...
It's an inward journey of the individual, but also one made deep in the hectic world outside.
And now the life force jazz carries within becomes part of everyone and everything it touches. For some universal reason we all recognize a part of ourselves in jazz.
The journey is perhaps the strangest possible... You begin, but then incredibly you realize that the further you go the closer you get to yourself, your home town, and to people you don't even know and cities you've never seen.