Wide awake and dreaming, Bluiett with the earth-bone depth of his voice, El?Zabar, singing, with the dust and rhythmic winds of ancient wisdom and Jackson with the crystal vision of his touch and tone, tell us strange and beautiful stories. These stories ask more questions. And each time we open ourselves and listen we'll hear different truths in these sonic answers.
Did you really think that these were just saxophones and keyboards and drums? Did you believe that these were just instruments? Ask. Ask and find magic and memories, sweat and defiance, boldness and determination.
These sounds are a big house. There are many rooms and passageways to basements and attics with treasures both obvious and hidden. This house of sounds is comfortable but not complacent. There are dark rooms and rooms flooded with light. The walls are talking. Listen. There are ghosts and angels here shouting and whispering, there's the stomp and swagger of the Blues, The Godfather of Soul is waltzing. Listen to these stories. Relax in these rooms. Travel without ever touching a doorknob.
Do what you have to, to receive these sounds. These men did what they had to, to deliver them.