Were you trying to do a Nakamura, mr.i? Once when I heard him live, smoke began to appear out of his set-up.
 Where do I end? Since you've begun already, it is a joyous sequence of endless heres & nows, which is where & when we are in real time & space. Music which is open to change can mark these & colour them, it can heal you & make you a more complete person, better equipped to cope with & even enjoy the world as it's known.
 But if you listen to the stale poison calling itself music that issues from the commercial airwaves, yea verily you shall become with the relentless repetition that is this medium's main modus operandi, even as a wraith, a zombie, a species of the automated living dead

Be that as it may, Kittybriton, welcome to the world of jazz.