Once again, thanks to the Wynton Marsalis Sixtet, I feel like the luckiest girl alive. Who would have thought you can find such a tremendous, tremendous jazz concert in Lucca, of all places?

Things that stuck out from the two hours of pure aural bliss:
* Marsalis presented an Italian boy prodigy saxophonist, Francesco Grafizzo (-sp?), who can't be older than 15. The boy wonder almost stole the show!! He was as good as the masters themselves! At one point, Wynton et al were all standing behind him, joking about, with expressions on their faces that say," Yeah, we'll just let him play the whole gig alright!"
* The drummer did a wicked solo with a tamborine and drums; the man moved like an African tribesman in a rhythmic ritualistic trance; his raw energy was simply remarkable.

Oddly enough, there were hardly any locals at the concert. Everyone is either American or German.... does that say something about the non-diversity of Italian musical tastes?