I asserted opera was the sound of springtime. I am going to throw my two-cents in about autumn. Jazz is the sound of autumn. The trumpet and piano conjures small flurries of leaves floating on the breeze coupled with wafts of fresh-baked pumpkin pie. The deep beats are perfect for cooler evenings and quiet gatherings. The comfort of light layers and a glass of something that warms you between your fingers before a bonfire. Jazz is the perfect transition, enough energy to reminisce over summer activities without yearning for the heat.
Bring on the jazz.