There were moments when Steve Coleman played beautiful complex lines that would weave in and out of the main body of the tune. He would also finish the patterns set down by the trumpet or trombone player and then go back to the main line. The playing was dark and sombre, perhaps Coleman was in mourning for another great sax player? The emotion and the vibe that was present was definitely not one of joy.

The expectant explosions of power, creativity or excitement never really developed, no single element took command. There was a fine blending of sounds, the trumpet player had clean, crisp lines but never let go. Emotions were held in check, an ice-cold group of musicians on a tightly-held rein.

Improvisation should come from within and without restriction. The ability to play your instrument well enough that you can play what you envision in your mind, this is the ultimate aim. Toss the music stands, burn the musical notation and create, just play.

The band played on the same theme for approximately ninety minutes, gliding into a tight ending. The audience applauded energetically and respectfully. This occurred while a mass exodus was underway, about twenty-five percent of the audience departed.