You see, this 👆 (in my opinion, naturally...) is exactly why Jazz has such a poor press (and that Berlin stuff doesn't help its case...). All this frenetic speeding towards no destination at all gives me the impression that far too much coffee has been consumed, with maybe other additives that accelerate the heart-rate and inspire panic in the performer. They all, indubitably, have talent in spades (yes, even Jeff...), but it is, it seems systematically, smothered and killed off by all this 'exhuberance'. OK, there are some that enjoy this, I grant, and there are even those, I'm told, who 'understand' what's going on (or purport to do so...). No, not for me, I'm afraid. I'm looking for far different qualities that that. Sorry.