It's 3 am and you're inside the middle of a small jazz club with a tiny table and cigarette smoke so thick it produces a haze that gives the musicians on stage a neon-like glow. You grab your coat and hat and are about to head out the door to try and catch a little bit of sleep before the next day begins - when suddenly the band breaks into a slow blues number that draws smiles on the cats playing and it mesmerizes you because you know you are part of this special moment: a rare moment for both musicians and listeners alike. You order one more bourbon, take a sip, set your hat back down, take your seat and realize you are experiencing the legend of the "midnight symphony."