Twist and I don't often see eye to eye.  It's not that we're mortal enemies, exactly; there's no Lex Luthor in this relationship.  More accurately, I'm the Brain, and he's Pinky.  I'm Modern Family, and Twist is everything else on ABC, including Cougar Town.  I'm a beautiful, accurate Kyle Boller spiral (rare, I know), and Twist is LaShaun Ward's hands.

I think Twist is illogical, obnoxious, and vain.  Twist thinks I'm lazy, mean, and lack follow-through.  To quote Maude Lebowski, he doesn't approve of my lifestyle and, needless to say, I don't approve of his.  We're both right, but that's beside the point.  Which is, we don't agree on a lot, but we both know jazz is awesome.  And on May 13th, a legend played Zellerbach Hall. 

It was the second time I've seen Sonny Rollins at Zellerbach.  He'll turn 80 in September, and he can barely walk at this point; he lumbers around the stage like an arthritic elephant, swinging his tenor like a trunk.  But despite his lack of mobility, the man is still an incredible musician.  He's aggressive, loud, and quirky.  Rollins is up there with Coltrane, Charlie Parker and Wayne Shorter as the best tenor players ever, and is one of the last of his generation still alive, much less playing at an incredibly high level.  As a bonus, he had a phenomenal drummer playing for him, Kobie Watkins.  The second piece of the evening featured a lengthy solo by Watkins, and aside from Sonny's opening and closing numbers, it was the highlight of the night.

All this is to say, go see him the next time he's in Berkeley.  He said he'll be back again, and it's not often you get a chance to see a living legend.  Better yet, go see him May 19th, this Wednesday, at UC Davis.

Thank you, Sonny, for helping me relax after the Pens were eliminated from the playoffs.  You are a hero.