Guess who's back? (Halfway back anyway) I have been through hell and high water, plus a little fire and brimstone to boot. "Yeah though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death; I'm just a little bit scared; cancer will do that to you".
Rok baby! Where you at. (that's the southern version of "Where are you?")
I have come to the conclusion that you and I agree more than we disagree on the definition of jazz, because your definition is more emotional, as opposed to Frogman's definition which is more intellectual. Jazz with an intellectual bent can be ever so good, but it lacks "Blacknuss".
While that infers inferiority, it's not meant to; just a statement of fact.
For example; Dave Brubeck's best jazz, of which I have a lot, and wrote about how much I was in awe of his performance at the concert he performed at an outdoor "Lady of The Snows" Shrine. I recall seeing Dave live at that free concert. It was at in front of the main shrine, on a golden, warm Fall afternoon. He was accompanied by the most beautiful modern dancers who did choreography to his music. That day was absolutely unforgettable; it was just before his last days
It was amazing how we all listened in total silence and awe; we were actually witnessing Dave Brubeck at a time when all his contemporaries were long deceased and most of us thought Dave had joined them.
Another interesting fact is that Pepper Adams baritone sax sounds all the way "black", which means he's got enough "Blacknuss" to loan somebody else some. "Blacknuss" is not entirely a color thing, it's also a cultural thing; Pepper Adams played with mostly black musicians when he was getting his act together.
Those are just some of my "idiosyncratic" observations in regard to jazz.
By the way, the big "C" affects people mentally; that means you can watch this show all the way live.