Yesterday I had the joy and the privilege of attending a concert of the Jazz Crusaders at the "Blue Note" in Manhattan's West Village. It was a wonderful experience, a time travel back to the golden days of live music. The old Wayne Henderson and his not much younger friends did what great musicians do best: They poured their hearts out playing, devoting all their virtuosity to the music instead of showing off. I am certainly not critical of showmanship. We live in a time when form is giving more attention than content. No use to criticize it. Still it's a pleasure just to see and hear good musicians make good music.