Listening to jazz is like eating olives. You may not like your very first bite, but the more you try the more you appreciate and relish it. I guess it must have something to do with the trumpet and the saxophone. Or maybe I’m totally wrong and it’s only because of that strong flavour and even stronger aftertaste. How many times did you walk out of the bar still being caught in the atmospehere for hours until you switched on your nut-box or until you dived into someone’s arms?