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Monday, January 29

I've watched all the episodes of Jazz, except for the finale (this Wednesday). It's amazing, moving. Ken Burns benefited from having a phenomenal sound track (naturally) and eloquent interlocutors, Wynton Marsalis to name just one, who can open the door to the intimacy of the music.

I had never realized how jazz had penetrated my persona, how it evoked so much memory and feelings. How the music had intertwined with my life without even realizing it, without ever considering myself a jazz fan.

Over the past few years, I had come to realize that I had become completely alienated by most pop and rock and roll. What I've liked about rock is when it is infected with jazz. Jazz is so much more multi-dimensional. It resonates in the mind, the body and the soul. It goes beyond these flimsy words that I'm wasting.

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