The Nightingale Connection

 
It is a quiet evening on a country road, somewhere in England, not a sound in the air, except the rustle of his own senses. It is in this setting that suddenly, or perhaps not so suddenly, he hears the nightingale, playing what in our time, we would call free form jazz.

Of course, he has not heard of free form jazz, let alone pure jazz nor even fusion, yet he is intoxicated with the beauty of the sonic effects made by the bird: Charlie Parker's nickname.