A grand re-opening

Megan brought me back a CD of McCoy Tyner (The Real McCoy) as a present for cat-sitting and I've been listening to it pretty much non-stop for the past few days. I don't know if it's just the state I'm in from all the things I'm going through right now emotionally, but I hadn't been able to listen and really enjoy jazz like I did when I was first discovering it (senior year high school), but right now I am feeling it again. And god damn if Elvin Jones isn't the sexiest drummer ever -- poly-rhythmic, hard, fast, slow, steady, unpredictably, dependably nasty swing. Why wasn't I able to appreciate jazz for so long? I mean, really, really feel it? Do you have to be somewhat blue?