My strongest musical experience happened just a couple of months ago in November. I was at a jazz club in London and Kenny Garrett was performing. What occurred for me was nothing short of miraculous. It’s the sort of thing that can awake a sleeping spirit from years and perhaps decades of slumber. The music swept me away into a different world — a world with different rules and different laws than the ones we are usually accustomed to in our everyday life. It had a trance-like affect that absorbed through the listeners’ entire body.
There is one moment for me that stands out among them all: About half way through the set, Kenny and the group played a song called “Haynes Here”. In the middle of the song, while interacting and facing the drummer, Kenny repeated the same line over and over for about two or three minutes. Then, as if by some sheer twist of fate, parting the clouds and descending from the sky above, came one single note from Kenny’s saxophone. One yell, one scream, one note. That was all it took. That one note, which he held for a couple of measures, hit me like a ton of bricks. It knocked me out completely from where I was. At that very moment, it was as if I saw another side of life that had been hidden by the illusions of the present world and societal norms. I saw what it must have been like for the first humans on this earth, what it was like for the hunter and gatherer tribes thousands of years ago when they were listening to music. It was like a bolt of lightning that hit the very core of who I am. That’s the only way that I can describe it.
Here’s a link to one of his performances. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MW8vXIs6uyA