The Voice of Jazz
A warm spring day with budding flowers all colors of the rainbow is the time when the voice of jazz spoke to me. I was a freshman in high school and always had an interest in music that increased with age. I devoted years and hundreds of hours to mastering the piano, voice, and violin. But when I first went to the school's spring concert I knew where my talent could be further developed. The school concert hall was our auditorium which had a seating capacity for nine hundred music enthusiasts. At seven o'clock on a Thursday night in late May the concert began. There were the talented and the mediocre; but, everyone on the stage shared a common love of the magnificence of an instrument capable of breaking hearts or making them melt. I knew a large proportion of the musicians on stage and I knew how they talked about music. They spoke as a witness to their instrument. Because there is a lot of emotion in life to express they would say, "It's an outlet for......
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