The laundry list including my likes and dislikes since as far back as I can remember was always on a tangent yet parallel path to the mainstream thoughts of the people surrounding me at any given time.
If I was around my grandparents, I took interest in their favorite things: Frank Sinatra, Golf, shopping, and family-time.
If I was around my sister, that list changed to: Disney movies, cartoon-based action movies, musicals, and pop music.
If I was around my classmates at school that list climbed the ranks in subject matter with a bit more intellectual base to it: history, classic literature, music, creative writing.
School was my mecca of all things truly fun that I learned how to do all on my own. I took it upon myself to excel at my favorite lessons issued by teachers.
My family influenced who I am a great deal like most other families often do. What I learned at school shaped me.
School enabled an on-going struggle to obtain a solid understanding of human nature and people's role in the world's history. I've found that studying history, literature, music, and participating in those sub-cultures of society is a big reward. It creates passion in people. The passion to do something for both themselves and others.
My passion for Jazz music is still very much alive. This Friday was a reminder of that.
The following performance left me wishing I had been born in 1925:
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