Nope, I'm not a jazz fan, not at all, however I really appreciate music played for the sheer joy of playing it. Here we are, 8 in the morning, 3 cats laying down a spontanious jam at the Gautrain entrance at O.R.Tambo. No audience, 'cept a few sleepy security gaurds, and these guys are tootling away, smiling, vibing, hell, my morning mood disapates on a melody...
Back downstairs, the sound of the trumpet resonates beautifully through the concourse, usually made nigh unbearable by bloody vuvuselas at the moment.
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