This is the perfect example of how jazz is at risk of becoming a purely academic subject of study instead of a vibrant cultural (real-life) life-force. His playing is so polished and contrived with his lines half-improvised (practiced a thousand and one times before -then rehashed "live"). It doesn't sound like fun it sounds like a "prodigy showcase." I hear alot of great music though, but I just don't feel anything . . . I just can't like this album on the basis of : "wow . . .he's so young!" or: "look at his fingers!"