Imagine a saxophone player at ground zero for a big city's
skyline. He
(or she) is surrounded by forty, fifty floor skyscrapers, all
concrete and
glass. It's after midnight, and the buildings glow like
honeycombs lit
from inside. Much of the light that hit the sidewalks is
light bounced
down from these empty offices
The sax man plays to no one, to everyone, but the streets are
empty, and
the sounds echo and echo again off the cold, silent
buildings. No one is
listening, and he empties his soul....
In the daytime the city is a destination, a goal, a journey
every
individual is on. At night, the city is a presence, alive, a
hulk in the
dark.
The PI is jazz; jazz is the PI.
Frederick Zackel
author of "Cocaine & Blue Eyes" and "Cinderella After
Midnight"
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