From Linda Oh’s bass bumps the shake, thorough thrum, the sidewalk blues of basic into their intrinsic underlying flavours. From Dave Douglas’s trumpet bursts crackles crashes memories of worksite, backstage, November kitchen places the salt of the earth go. From Matt Mitchell’s piano articulated blocks and side streets and escalators and 20th-century-constructed contours combine, season their colours. From Jon Irabagon’s saxophone filter the familiar spices of a city of hundred storey saltshakers and world’s tallest peppermills. From Rudy Royston’s drums a proposition takes form, tall is terminal, taxis are tenacious, demand is all across battering waters of the Hudson River.