Damon Brown is bald, British, and plays jazz on the flugelhorn. Close to midnight on a Saturday, he sits in a huddle of animated musicians at JZ, where he has blown in for the weekend as part of his Asian tour. The musicians hum tunes to each other as they brainstorm the song list for the upcoming set, verbally riffing a stream of shared musical consciousness that twenty minutes later they replicate on stage. In a scene dominated by CJW's imported glitz and fancy hotels' prefabricated eas...