Why I Listen to Jazz

Last night, I went to F. Scott’s to hear pianist Pat Coil play with his quartet again. Here’s something I scribbled down while I was listening.

In jazz, my unspoken longings become known and are articulated in ways that words can not express. In between the blue notes from the saxophone and the passionate melodies and frenzied phrases coming from the piano, that which I don’t dare express for fear of being known and rejected is brought into the open. As the music washes over me and fades into my memories, it heals a million little things I didn’t even know were broken.

I listen to jazz for the sake of my soul.