I remember a line by Paul Desmond where he said he always wanted to sound like a dry martini. If you listen to Desmond's alto, especially in the '50s when he perfected his velvety tone, you know he picked the perfect words. I wish I could proffer a description as eloquent or concise as Desmond's. But I love jazz, and I love talking about it with anyone who'll listen, so I'd like to try my hand: a review a day, for a year. If I succeed and still have enough albums to listen to, then I'll do another year. To make it interesting, each review is capped at 10 sentences.