Don’t get me wrong, I like a bit of the “nicer” end of jazz, not so much the challenging chin-stroking stuff you are supposed to like once you “get into” it. I am listening to ‘Mingus Ah-Um’ as I type this, and wonderful joyous life-affirming music it is, too. There’s even one on there that sounds like the 60’s Batman TV theme.

But for a genre that prides itself on improvising – indeed that’s the stated USP of it – I wonder why people revere LP’s that are by their nature one-offs, captured forever in time.

NO doubt this has been answered many times by clever people, but I ask again: what (apart from capturing a lovely song) is the point of recorded jazz?