For music/jazz/art to evolve, to grow and to continue to be a living thing, simple wins are not enough. To perform the expected well, to run sure in that deep groove is a warm feeling, yes. It is a primal thing, yes. It is to satiate an expectation like cool water on a parched summer afternoon. But that is not enough. That is not a journey. That does not get to the heart of the matter. It does not transcend. It does not touch the marrow. If it is simply good, then it is simple. To break beyond, it must be done in a way in which it has not been done before. It must be both inscrutably esoteric and salt-earnest. It is through the very searching that the artist stumbles on the gold of the soul, embedded within itself like air in the lungs.
It is the most difficult thing, and the most important thing, to chase the specter of tomorrow.