07. november 2006

Jazz suffers from an image problem. Essentially, no one knows what it is, or to put it another way, it means different things to different people, depending on the fashion of the day. It’s a mess, and I see no prospect of change. None of which bothers me.
There is the human condition, refined in the musician, a desire to get up on stage and do something unplanned, unprocessed, for the sheer love of it, to wig it, to see what happens. That doesn’t happen in rock, and it happens preciously little in classical music, so we’re left with this lumpen, sullen, abused pilfered little place called jazz, the last redoubt.
And it’s there you’’ find the most brilliant musicians in the UK pulling rabbits out of the hat for you for less than the price of pizza.
(BBC Music Magazine, May 2004)