I’m not the best person to talk to you about music, but I’ll going to try to explain my sudden fascination with jazz piano.

It started when I found myself taking piano lessons again.(This decision was solely motivated by a page out of Rolling Stone magazine showing a young Bob Dylan hunching over a piano.)

I won’t lie to you, it took a while for me to warm up to jazz music, Bill Evans in particular. Maybe the musically inclined find it easier to appreciate histbrillance, but for the longest of time I found it hard to tell the different between this and crappy elevator music.

I had to sit down and really listen before I started to hear things I’ve never heard before in the music. The subtlety of it is simply breathtaking. My only complain is that it incredibly difficult to find any solos. The bass and the drums are wonderful instruments but sometimes you just want to hear just one master at work.