There are no borders in rhythm. Only bridges; strings and horns leaning across cultures, percussion tracing lines where maps fade.
Persian Jazz is not a playlist. It is a dialogue. A conversation between East and West, where Persian melodies thread through upright bass lines, where saxophones find room inside the cadence of the tombak. Smooth, uplifting, unhurried; a music that carries both sunrise energy and twilight calm.
This is not background sound.
It is a frame of mind.
Each track feels both ancient and new, like calligraphy drawn over fresh paper. Harmonies rise like domes against a skyline; solos wind like bazaars at dusk. It is jazz without borders, rooted in improvisation but blooming with tradition.
Best played when focus is needed.
Or when the evening asks for warmth.
The kind of music that makes time stretch; forward, backward, everywhere at once.
