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The first thing you notice isn't the saxophone. It's the way the air changes when Michael J. Thomas steps onto a stage. The breeze in Destin, Florida, already has rhythm - the faint sway of palm trees, the soft crash of Gulf waves, the polite shuffle of sandals on boardwalk planks. But when he lifts that horn, the atmosphere tightens, hums, and then opens like sunlight through cloud cover. The first note doesn't arrive; it blooms. It's the kind of tone that makes even passing seagulls hesitate midflight, like they've just remembered jazz exists. Some artists fight to be heard. Michael, somehow, invites silence to cooperate. The audience quiets itself not from discipline, but from curiosity. His sound has that particular polish that smooth jazz lives for - round, confident, endlessly melodic - but beneath the velvet surface there's a pulse that's unmistakably human. It's the pulse of small-town Kentucky stubbornness, of Gulf Coast humidity, of studio nights that ended when the sun came back. His music glides, yes, but it's built on years of slog.

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