I remembered I was a teenager who’s fanatic about music. In my naive attempt to widen my listening experiences, I bought Bill Evan’s Sunday at the Village Vanguard. I didn’t like the album (and I still don’t). That album scarred me and put me off jazz for at least 20 years. I thought all jazz sounded like that – abstract and what’s the word? distant.
I recently pushed myself to learn jazz piano amidst a midlife crisis of some sort. I actually like Ahmad Jamal a lot. And yesterday I discovered Oscar Peterson which I like too. And today Dave Brubeck got me out of bed. My. I actually like jazz music after all! Not all of them sound like Bill Evan!