I strolled into Basin’s Art Mine without my questions.
I’d prepared a notebook full of them: how to make jazz accessible, what draws musicians to rural communities, queries about instruments and craft. But somewhere on the drive from Boulder I decided to leave them in the car. I wanted only to listen.
Jazz is built on a structure: a theme stated plainly early on, then pulled apart, taken somewhere unexpected and changed by the journey. These three pieces from the Art Mine’s Mar. 17 show stayed with me. And I hope you’ll bear with me if I wander as I recount them, much like the musicians behind their creation.
