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I like everything about this video of live performed music:
the music, multil-layered and direct while subtly woven
the solos (so honestly played)
the physical beauty of the talented young women playing it
their outfits
the way saxophones fit so perfectly between a woman's breasts
the drummer's expressions, tied-back hair, and how quietly her head keeps the time
the trumpeter, especially
the magnificent tallness of the bassist and how her long hair shades that height while echoing the warm colors of her wooden contrabass
the apparent possibility that the guitarist might be a dude (probably not), which might explain why ?he's on the perimeter, nearly left out
and the title, which sounds sufficiently New Testamental to satisfy the corny old Xtian in me.
Add to this the lack of pretension women tend to bring to playing jazz compared to men, and the level of expertise and soul required for them to even be allowed to make a showing in what is still a man's world, and you have music that soothes, invigorates, pleases and prides more than maybe any ever.
Women get to watch good-looking dudes play good stuff all the time. But for a 60-plus years old hetero male, there's nothing like getting to see these strong young mares stand tall and deliver.
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