Jazz Travels By Bus…

I’ve always noticed a difference in the way I play when I’ve flown to a gig as opposed to taking a bus. Maybe it’s some sort of genetic memory tthat harks back to the 30s and 40s when the great bands were criss-crossing the nation by bus. Maybe it’s the sleep. Maybe it’s the fact that traveling by bus you don’t out run your soul. I don’t know. All I know is that it feels more like going to a gig. Since 2001, airports have felt more and more like concentration camps.

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