We forget that music, when written by the individual behind the performance, is simply a way of expressing an emotion. That emotion can certainly be feisty independence, but it doesn't mean it has to be, and songs and artists shouldn't be left off the list because they don't fit this dubious criteria.
I'm reminded of that incident as I sit in my office listening to my daughter playing Amy Winehouse's albums over and over again, and I daren't admit to her that I dismissively chucked Amy's homemade, personally annotated CD in the bin that afternoon because I didn't have the energy or nerve to take a risk.
In the late 1980s British jazz boom, classically-trained pianist Rebello made his mark, finding himself in the company of players such as Steve Williamson and Courtney Pine. They and their cohorts redrew the benchmarks of jazz excellence with a virtuosity that silenced lesser players daring to call themselves jazz musicians.