I continue to be amazed at how many people I met from all parts of the world who love jazz music. America has birthed something extraordinary in jazz, and the joys of simple everyday life can be found in the textured tresses of a tenor wailing through the blues, the growl of a big fat swing beat. I love the equality of immediacy on the bandstand. No one is more or less important than the other. All are worthy. Everyone matters. The more open you remain, the more you are filled. Arms open wide, the majesty of the music connects us. Note after note! Ahhhh. Black, Brown, Beige Tan! Do we have another jazz fan?