I started listening to jazz more than 50 years ago - I suspect it was 1959, when Brubeck's Take Five was a sensational crossover hit. It was a minority sport then, in Dublin, and remains so - but it's still there. One of the joys of my (anec)dotage is that the tiny village of Kinvara, in the West of Ireland, where I now live, has a weekly jazz session with a mix of excellent musicians across a range of jazz styles. Jazz survives, no matter what the media or the general public do to it! It is fated never to have huge, mass appeal - for which, as an art form, it should be profoundly grateful.

Regards

p.s. Kinvara has a population of about 300 at peak times, and a fairly thinly populated hinterland. I reckon I know FOUR double bass players in the area. I have this theory that they're actually some kind of millennial cult who plan to escape a catastrophic flood by fitting sails to the damn things!