A sizable part of my life I mostly listened R&B, pop, rock, amateur bards. When Internet advented and we all got the access to a really unlimited pool of music created worldwide, I gradually realized that I prefer blues & jazz most of all. It is a rhythmic, oftentimes paradoxical African-American music that has a resilient spring inside. Its cryptic intrigue does not let your concern slacken and inexorably tows you like being harpooned.

I also discovered that you should not pay attention to all these classifications and terms like West-Coast Blues or Jazz Fusion, but mostly rely on your own hearing and personal innermost tuning-fork.

My digest for the eight years - entering 2016th - grown from two hundred favorite tracks up to almost three thousand ones. Maybe it would sound surprising, but while years pass by, a temp of its incrementing surely accelerates. There is a mint of copacetic records that has just been released. Moreover, many hits (absolutely indisputable when I assembled my first discs) would not get in the current tracklists. Certainly, the reason is in the drastical growth of MP3 flow. If previously "I went fishing with a rod", thus now "I'm fishing by a trawler."