I have a confession: If jazz music were men, I would be married to Dave Brubeck's album Time Out. That sounds really weird, doesn't it? Here's my thinking. I've listened to a substantial amount of jazz, working at a radio station, going to many shows featuring for-real Chicago jazz musicians when I lived there. I worked at a jazz record store for a while in college. The whole time, I only sort of liked it. Mainly, I *appreciated* it. Organ jazz was really the only stuff that caught my attention: Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy Smith, "Groove" Holmes. I would put their albums on when I worked at the record store. Never bought the records, though.
Time Out, on the other hand, I fell in love with. I still listen to that album on repeat on a Sunday morning and just love it. I do not listen to any other jazz album. I have an Ornette Coleman album on my iPod, but I rarely listen to it. If you do not own this album, buy it now, and then buy a copy for the person you love.
In the comments, tell me the one album you adore in a genre you otherwise do not care about. Thank you!
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If jazz music were men, I'd be single. Or gay.
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