Half an hour after the finishing touches were given to reports on India's 26-run win in the Champions Trophy opener, two former colleagues and I found ourselves inside Café Jazz, attached to the Sandringham Hotel on St. Mary Street. My interest in jazz is cursory, and my knowledge rudimentary. It's also dated. I can recognise the first bars of Django Reinhardt's finest, and am familiar with the best of Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie. Ask me about modern jazz though, and I'm as clueless as a tailender up against a Wasim Akram yorker.
"Fifteen years ago, people were saying that jazz is dying out," said my friend with a glance around the packed club. "They were saying the young generation has no interest."
The four boys on stage were closer to Virat Kohli in age than they were to any of us. Most of those watching were also young, and it didn't seem as though they were casual listeners either. As is often the case, we're so quick to pass judgment on the young.