Jazz In Bloom
By Jeffrey Felshman They run the tune again, everyone trying to play fewer notes, and Bloom is a study in concentration. His hair swirls around his bald spot, he cocks his head at various angles, as if trying to tune in a frequency. “OK,” he says when they’re done. “How’d that work for you?” The bass player nods. “Where there’s a lack of constraint, there can be chaos. That’s one of the age-old complaints civilians have of jazz....