There are ups and downs, yin-yang, black and white, and hot and cold in the world. The bell curve exists. For me, The Doorman, the night was O.K., nothing special. In the big scheme, a night like tonight is necessary—just like the quiet within a jazz song is important for setting off the incredible rhythmic harmony of drums, bass, and keyboard playing together so nicely or the virtuosity of the trumpet, tenor, or guitar. The ingredients were present tonight—a near capacity crowd, percussion, keyboard, drums, and trumpet. A guest jazz singer. Everything was squeezed into our cozy club. The music was great, the crowd enjoyed themselves, and our universe seemed to line up for perfect jazz geometry. But for whatever reasons, the night did not shine my shoes.