Preacher

They say the melodies coaxed from his skilled fingers are as close to heaven as mere mortals can get, transporting listeners beyond the confines of earthly existence. Others argue that, given his striking looks, his talents lie in more terrestrial pursuits. Perhaps both assertions hold a measure of truth.

Alex Patree—christened Preacher by those who fall under his spell—weaves the sultriest strains of jazz in the dimly lit corners of the city’s most sophisticated establishments. In his own words: “There are only three things in this world worth a damn: the intoxicating allure of music, the enchanting company of women, and the comforting embrace of fine spirits. The rest is just bullshit.”