The rich woody sound of the saxophones steady the sharp, yet smooth timing of the trumpet’s muted horn. A tapping blues rhythm sinks the whole sound through a connection to corresponding beats. Over all the solemn chaos rapping through the eternal war of brass and woodwinds came a godly sound pointing out the direction of the whole bickering band. The top Trombone leads the solo of the blues piece and soars through it as though he was reminiscing of the bright times as a young boy, and you can see tears come to the point of being exposed and fade away as the solo and dream slowly dissipate from the strong, passionate phrases. The barry sax stands up for his gritty solo to talk back, he sets himself in the song and drifts away only to come back by the strong powerful boom of the bass drum. As you stand by the judges, you notice they have put all the judging behind and started to slowly tap with the band’s appealing rhythm; no notes are put down; no intimidating growl, just the tap of the foot and the swift but slow recognition of what was here today. Ladies and gentlemen this is the Nevada Union Jazz Band.