It was Jazz and Blues weekend across the city, with over 100 groups playing at bars and restaurants. I had tapas dinner with a friend, then we wandered the venues until the wee hours.
As the beer flowed and the saxophones played, we observed that the groups seemed to divide into two camps.
On the one hand, there were young-ish musicians with pop-ish beats for a bouncing college student audience.
On the other were authentic, older musicians with years of life behind them and deep experiences to inform the playing, attended by a swaying older audience.
And, after three hours, we determined that our crowd was the latter one.
Some things do grow better with age.