The album has an unmistakable live feel to it, opening with "I'll Remember April," a blistering roller coaster of a song. By the time you realize it's a live album, it's too late; it has already swept you up in the sensation of being next to the sea drenched in sonic waves of jazz.
Really listening to this album -- recorded on the cusp of fall on September 9, 1955, in Carmel, Calif. -- undistracted and without worry for time is like relearning some jazz axiom that I should never have forgotten.
When it begins to cool off and the end of the season for outdoor concerts begins to set in, it's comforting to envision myself in an outdoor amphitheater rapt with the rest of the audience at this concert.
I think about the smell of the fall air running in with a breeze off the ocean. I like to see the musicians in my mind completely engrossed in the music and pouring them self into it. It just seems to me like an event of ideal circumstance, a kind of catalyst for a natural serotonin and dopamine overdose.
Fall is a transition into cold and dreariness. Being able to go to a place that is warm and beautifully alive just by listening to an album is an experience I love.
Our "Falling in Love With Music" series will feature KDHX music writers' picks for best albums of the autumn season. Stay tuned for more beautiful fall records.