After visiting Montreux last summer, I discovered I loved some jazz. We saw David Sanborn on my husband’s birthday, a July night after an afternoon of impressive thunder and lightning. In sultry, mascara-melting weather. We purchased standing-room-only spots and endured the crush of a crowd, and though I am slightly claustrophobic the experience was thrilling. We felt alive and though crowded, hips swayed and feet tapped.
On (regretfully) returning to California, I was determined to explore the genre. As expected, the sheer number of choices was daunting. After reading some reviews and listening to some snippets I decided to begin with what several people called the best jazz album of all time: Time Out, by the Dave Brubeck Quartet.
I have not been disappointed. The emotional intensity, intelligence and energy of each tune is impressive. And though I assumed I would become dull on Take Five I have, after all, been continually delighted by its symmetry. However, my favorite is the first tune, Blue Rondo a la Turk, which boasts charming bridges that fall like treasures into my lap as I listen. It never bores me; it gets better with each listening.