I was repeating this solo from Emrah's YouTube just like Alex did all those years back and thinking how lucky he was to know such music when he was a kid. I could see this solo having special excitement for a young person with those turns of phrases and notes you don't expect, like the excitement of joining in with Bix on a road of discovery, notes and phrases that make all the sense the more you play them, and the more you play them giving one the hope that maybe you could learn to think just like the great man. And the tone, I could see that sound serving as the voice of teenage angst, that hunger for the achingly beautiful. I'm envious. My only Bix record was "Singin" when I was a squeaker, and though I sorta liked Tram, I'd be all wet noodled out by his wimpy saxophone by the time Bix got to it.
I was thinking with Michael Jackson going, how since his rise the Black Music Industry really dominates pop music now. Music now the tool for overt sex, violence, objectification. So nice to have the contrast of all those jazzy keeping it real girls from England like Amy Winehouse and Lily Allen and Duffy and others who's names escape me. There's some in America too. Shows the inclination for jazzy real music is still out there and how much better would they be if they only knew of the past glories like Krazy Kat. No Bix university course, no such book/cd as "Great Solos of the Twenties - Their Examination and Analysis".