Tonight I played jazz with a great upright bass player. So rhythmically musical. He soloed great – not “I’ve learned my scales, and let me prove that to you,” but thoughtful stuff. He has a young face. As to not misjudge his age and embarrass myself, I asked, “What school do you go to?” (leaving the answer open for high school or college). Turns out he’s been a high schooler for a month. He just turned 14. My mind is still blown. As the pendulum swings, I tend to believe that “talent” is more a matter of discipline. But this kid reminds me that, sometimes, people are born to do things.