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I've always liked jazz, even as a small child. Many children do get jazz. In fact, at the recent country show in Lustleigh, as we sat and watched a local jazz band, my wife pointed out that almost all the very young children passing by broke into a dance as they went along.
I don't know if it's the snappy rhythms or the way order comes from chaos, but something about the music stirs my soul. Put me in an MRI scanner and play me some jazz, and my brain will surely light up like a Christmas tree. So when Ronnie Scott's All Stars came to play in Exeter as part of a special tour to celebrate 60 years of the iconic Soho jazz club, we bought front row tickets.
It was an evening of anecdotes and sublime music, and I wished it could've gone on for at least another hour. The young drummer, Chris Higginbottom (what a great name), performed a Buddy Rich number and I've never seen anything like it. read more…