I caught Sonny Rollins this week, blowing the saxophone with all of the air his lungs could muster, aged all of 80 years of age. The guy is an icon, and obviously quite the stayer.
While his mobility may be diminished, he has not fogotten how to play – after a slow start he really came into his own when improvising and playing up to the rather significant audience. At 80, if indeed I make it that far, I’ll more likely be struggling to read the tv guide.
But today, we go back to 1956, when Sonny gave us ‘You Don’t Know What Love Is’:
Damn smooth jazz, you see. I need a cigar …