I have to tell the truth. I've never been a real jazz fan.
Swing -- yes.
Big band -- definately.
To a lesser extent, Dixiland.
But real, honest-to-goodness jazz has never really caught on with me. Miles Davis, Charlie Parker, Earl Hines, Maynard Ferguson -- not my cup of tea.
Last night, we went to Dazzle Jazz Club in downtown Denver, where my 15-year-old son was performing with the Metropolitan Jazz Orchestra.
The evening ROCKED!
THe kids played their hearts out, and then the MJO came on and blew us away and THEN, the MJO brought the kids back on and played a huge finale set with solo for everyone, riffing off of each other, moving back and forth, trading off solos and just playing for all they were worth.
Before he went on stage, I told Alaric "play like you do at home when you think I can't hear you." When he's practicing at home, and he thinks he's alone, he has such a good ear, and you can tell he's really feeling the music, but once he's on stage, he locks up, and his solos are timid.
But not last night. Being in that environment, with that caliber of musician around him, he brough his 'A' game - all the way.
It was all I could do to keep from crying, I was so proud of him. It was an amazing experience to be sitting in this dimly lit room, with a cocktail in my hand, watching my baby boy play his trumpet on stage with professional musicians.
A night I will never forget.