“At the height of the Dingwalls Sessions everyone in the place—surrounded by screaming horns, dazed to the rhythm section, and clinging to the bass line—would dance to the music in their own style, as individual as a fingerprint. And somehow all this disparate movement, however many configurations or interpretations, would suddenly come together focused and unified as the whole room jumped to where the music had taken us.

I can’t begin to tell you the joy and power of those moments, I don’t have the words to describe them properly. But it has to do with the part of the human spirit that can’t be beaten down. Although I can’t tell you what this quality is exactly, it is something so familiar to us, that we recognize it instantly when we see it in a photograph.”

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