There was music in the background as I was performing the usual vacuum cleaning journey through the appartment this morning, nothing special. There is always music. I rarely switch the radio on in the morning, I leave that to Mr. Swiss. I heard Dave Brubeck with “Three to Get Ready” and then someone switched off the radio. Not really that I am a passionate jazz fan, but when you are married with a jazzer for almost 50 years, somehow you get infected. “Oh” I said and was asked if I was listening. Of course I was, but it was also time for me to move on.
I like music, always have, but my youth was spent with the Beatles and the Stones, although jazz was not a foreign word in my language. I was a little infected with its riffs.
And so one day I married someone that knew his way in the jazz scene and was also a drummer. If Mr. Swiss switches the radio on it is usually Jazz 24, Swiss Jazz or however they are called. I have grown up with riffs in my married life and got to know most of them. Sometimes I might even play a game with Mr. Swiss and try to guess who is playing and sometimes I guess right.
My dad was a jazz lover, but his taste originated from the 1930’s, so I was prepared for my future life of Riffs. Today we are two golden oldies, but the music lingers on. Now and again a jam session might be organised, but the young musicians that would meet and play it all, are now golden oldies. There is a new generation developing, but the jazz lives on. And don’t turn off Dave Brubeck, I wanted to carry on listening.