Blowing my horn

Last night I went to the Village Vanguard for some jazz, and saw a mesmerizing performance by trumpeter Roy Hargrove. I haven’t seen as much jazz as I’ve wanted to lately, and I’m kicking myself for it for one reason. There’s a intimacy to watching and listening to jazz that is unmatched for the listeners and participants. To watch the band feed off and riff off each other never gets old.

I was sitting in the room and thinking that this is what I want: the intimacy of the experience, the connection, the depth. What was true a few years ago remains so–shallow experiences are dull to me. I want and have to seek rich experiences to be fulfilled. Those experiences don’t have to be–shouldn’t be–daily occurrences. They may not be spontaneous. But they should be special.

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One thought on “Blowing my horn

  1. This says what I’ve been thinking and thinking lately. I’m an introvert but that doesn’t completely describe me. What I truly desire and breathe is intimacy of the experience, be it within a relationship, with myself, with nature, with art, with music…

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