That's the Reverend Tim, master of the kit and quite a good keyboard player as well. He's got that Billy Cobham kind of build, but he's quite a subtle player. My poor ears do not suffer from any damage from decibel overkill.
It's nice to play with these folks (Though I still don't know the songs). I don't consider myself a jazz player at all. Maybe that's what saves me. I am hanging by a thread.
Standards are played, respective solos taken.
Funk grooves arise and all is smokin'.
The moment when the music derails into a King Crimson foray or Steve Reich or John Cage -it's no longer strictly jazz. It's the moment that I most enjoy. Shit goes out there. That's all I know.
Legendary drummer Bill Bruford calls soloing "the research and development of the evening."
Yeah. It's when you look up and realize that two hours and twenty minutes have passed.