There is a jazz club in New York. It's down some narrow stairs. It's called Smalls. The place is small but the crowd is large.
You get there, the band is already playing. You sit down or order at the bar. You can tell people here are serious about their jazz. It’s dark; it smells. The piano is always at the same spot. You get a glass of red or a cocktail and you start letting the jazz transport you.
There are many jazz clubs in New York but this one is special. It’s made for jazz people. It’s not trying to be anything else. I miss it and it reminds me of a way of life. If you do things for long enough like Smalls without any excuses it becomes cool. It becomes you. 🎷