The static’s nice. I could do without the screeching.”
“Are you kidding? That’s the music of the spheres, commissar. It’s beautiful. Like old jazz.

what I do and enjoy best, playing mainstream jazz.

Summer Jazz at the Moonlight 2005

Perhaps they'd been conditioned by all the quarantines and blackouts, all the invisible boundaries CSIRA erected on a moment's notice. The rules changed from one second to the next, the rug could get pulled out just because the wind blew some exotic weed outside its acceptable home range. You couldn't fight something like that, you couldn't fight the wind. All you could do was adapt. People were evolving into herd animals.

Or maybe just accepting that that's what they'd always been.

Every time I play a tune, it's different, ... It should be different because that's the essence of what jazz is. I've probably played that tune 200 times, and like everything, the piece evolves and changes and there's more depth to it.

There is geometry in the humming of the strings, there is music in the spacing of the spheres.