Ted Gioia escreve sobre uma espécie de epifania que teve ao assistir o Yusef Lateef Quartet. Difícil comparar instantes, mas há momentos que se assemelham a esse, onde você é arremessado a uma sensação de arrebatamento/iluminação, que eu considero ter sentido em alguma ocasião na vida. Curiosamente segue-se procurando novos instantes e sensações como essas no decorrer dos dias: a espera desse momento de Graça que dá um sentido a isso tudo.
Years later, I met an anthropologist who had studied kabuki theater in Japan. He told me that members of the audience often shouted out exhortations during a performance. He said he had been in attendance at one event where the guy behind him jumped up from his seat, at an especially dramatic juncture, and exclaimed:
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
When I heard him tell that story, I immediately recalled my initiation into jazz at the Lighthouse. That was exactly what I felt around 17 seconds into the performance by the Yusef Lateef Quartet. I honestly wanted to jump up, and tell everybody in the nightclub:
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for.
I knew in that instant that everything in my life had been leading up to this. And I’d been wasting my time with rock and pop and classical music. My destiny was jazz. I should have figured it out before. This music had everything I’d ever wanted in a creative experience: intensity, intelligence, spontaneity, sophistication, interaction, emotional integrity, analytical depths.
