There is just something mood evoking and soul filling about jazz. Difficult to explain, you have to experience it. Tonight I was at Dizzy’s Club, Lincoln Center Jazz venue with a friend, enjoying Kenny Werner’s quintessential quintet. He on piano, Randy Brecker, trumpet, David Sanchez, tenor sax, Scott Colley, bass, and An Hoenig on drums. I feel so grateful to be living in one of the greatest cities in the world, taking in the creative energy that surrounds me. Sadly, walking to the bus,I saw a homeless person in a doorway. It is absolutely freezing in the city.. Calling 311 actually worked, and there was help on the way to take him/her to a shelter.. I wasn’t able to tell gender they were so covered up. So one part of me was rejoicing in the fact I just experienced brilliant musicians in the city I love, and then to see what I witnessed. I know that’s life, but instead of remembering the evening of music, looking at a freezing person in a doorway is what has stayed with me. In a little while, I will once again bring back the memories of the music. Minding my mind is necessary for me to have quality of life. So my soul can hear the music again, but my eyes and heart can’t forget the person in the doorway.