as we wander through the avenues of existence, pondering the unpredictable essence of jazz music, one cannot help but marvel at the technique, a methodology as fluid and improvisational as the music itself. yet, in the shadow of these harmonious musings, there lurks the desire to bypass, a clandestine maneuver whispering of secrets kept incognito. jazz, in its infinite complexity, dances on the edge of pre-committal promises, sweeping us off our feet, only to reset to the beginning, as though everything prior was but a rehearsal for deception.