Unfortunately, due to location and family duties, I don't get out much to jazz clubs anymore. But a few years ago, I went to Birdland in NYC. There was a benefit night for Barney Kessel, who was dying of brain cancer. I could only stay to hear one or two sets, because I had to catch a train. The opening set was Pat Martino with his organ trio (Joey, Billy Hart) and, sitting in, Eric Alexander (who had played with Pat on Stone Blue). With very little preparation, Pat counts off to begin Oleo, taken at a very fast tempo. Pat had this grin on this face as he looked at Eric, which seemed to say, "Deal with this!" Eric did; he definitely kept pace with such fast company. And I was in jazz bliss.
Strangely enough, the next band was George Coleman, Horace Parlan, Jimmy Cobb, and I forget who else (did Jim Hall sit in?). It was nice. I left soon after that.
One other point I want to make: Eric Alexander, Grant Stewart, Joshua Redman, Chris Potter, Tim Warfield, Jim Snidero, and the rest, are virtually unknown to the general public. And there's a level below them: I can go to a local restaurant that has, on certain nights, 2 or 3 musicians playing jazz. I'm sure (I hope) this isn't their day jobs, as I'm sure the pay isn't much. But once they start playing, if they're good enough (and they invariably are), I get that good vibe where I'm enveloped in jazz. I can listen, and all is right with the world for that 45 minutes or an hour they're playing.
So if Alexander, Stewart, Redman, etc., devote their lives to playing this music, let's give them some props. We can enjoy one more than another, but we should be thankful for all of it. There aren't too many people at it these days.