Daniel really cares and he listened. I just hadn’t realized it yet. My jazz piano guy loved to take me to his gigs. Through no fault of my own, I fell asleep to jazz. I love it but it puts me in a trance state. I become mellow and fluid and then sleep followed. It was the equivalent of good booze or drugs intermingling in my system. But Daniel studied his audience, namely me. “I have some tunes for us to hear tonight.” “Oh boy, sleeping music time?” “Yes, but no, I hope. You do react to different instruments and...