And God said let there be particles

We learnt last week that the Higgs Boson particle is no longer so illusive - it actually exists.  It really is a momentous discovery and from here on the science of quantum physics is going to become very interesting, because this is the starting pistol that will send scientists flying off in all sorts of directions to find its brother and sister particles, and from there perhaps make discoveries that will reveal the secrets of creation and the very fabric of existence.  For me there is something almost spiritual about this stuff; the mystical quality of the quantum world and its various strange properties: particles that seemingly blink in and out of existence, the many peculiar dimensions of space and time, the fact that there may even be other universes out there; somehow these anomalies have a deep significance; perhaps because of the way it tells us everything in the universe is somehow connected.  I suppose the Higgs Boson field is a kind of cake mixture that binds everything together - you, me, the earth we stand on, the very air we breathe and the stars and planets and myriads of galaxies spinning away out there.  I don't feel either that there has to be a conflict of interest between religion and science when it comes these kind of revelations, after all belief is personal to each individual and I feel the more we know about the world around us the closer it can bring us to a truth, whether its a bald scientific fact or a deeper connection with your God (whoever he or she may be).  Anyway I believe the more we know about the universe we all share, the more enriched our lives are; knowledge after all is wisdom.  Time for a joke I think: 'The Higgs Boson walks into a church.  The priest says we don't allow Higgs Boson's in here.  The Higgs Boson says, but without me how can you have mass?'

Jazz cred

I heard over the weekend that Andy Hamilton, saxophonist and elder statesman of the Birmingham Jazz scene also died recently, and while any death is a sad occasion, Andy had lived a long and fruitful life; he was 94 and had a string of albums and tributes to his name, including an MBE.  He was a great guy and I actually played trumpet in his Blue Pearl Band for a while and had a few lessons off him too.  My first lessons were literally just blowing a high C.  "You gotta blow it sweet" he told me, "ain't no point learning nothing till you can play sweet."  So I blew and blew until he reckoned I could hit that pure note; listening to Miles Davies helped too - that guy always played 'sweet and pure'.  I bumped into Andy once in a lift at BBC Pebble Mill Birmingham where he was doing an interview, and Sarah was there too, to sit it on a recording of some music for a radio play of mine.  It had been a few years since I had last seen him and played with the Blue Pearl Band, so I was dead chuffed when he recognised me and asked me how my playing was going; especially as Sarah was with me and I wanted to impress her with my jazz credentials.  I told him that I hadn't played the trumpet for ages.  "Aw, you should, man, you should - you were good!" he rather graciously replied, especially as I really wasn't half as good as the rest of the brass section in his band.  We saw him again a couple of times, including at the Symphony Hall and he always had the time to speak to me when he saw me.  An individual who proved that 'cool' has nothing to do with how old you are - he was cool right up to the end; a guy you wanted to be seen with, even at 94.