My first real jazz haunt was The Cafe Exchange, a tiny bar above a musician store, The Musicians Exchange in Fort Lauderdale. Their back lot had multiple garages for rent for bands to use for practice. When Buddy Rich came to South Florida to play at Miami Beach's Fountainbleu, he soloed at The Exchange. I sat at the bar, ten feet from him,and learned what real drum technique was. The regular jazz club shows here, and the demos like this really made me glad I spent my $25 per year membership fee for free admission.