I don’t understand anything about music in general, and for sure not about jazz in particular. All the terminology, “tempo”, “rushing”, “dragging”, “bar 45”, is way above my head.
What I do understand is the concept of chasing a dream. Not that I ever did.
But I like the writing, how understated it is, phrases dropped and just left there.
“His opinion means a lot to you, doesn’t it? Pass the shakers.”
The blood dripping as metaphor for sacrifice is a bit on the nose.
And the final betrayal doesn’t make much sense, as Fletcher would needed to come up with the setup on the spot. And Neiman wasn’t even playing, so there was no career to try and ruin.
Still, it was worth it if only for Fletcher’s monologue about “good job”.
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