Jazz would be better off with another drink

This is a reported story and not a firsthand experience.
A few weeks back jazz pianist Elane Elias was giving a concert here in Boston that included famous jazz bassist Marc Johnson.
Towards the end of the set of a nicely packed room of 200 jazz listeners a brave and tipsy woman heckled Johnson for a solo bass piece without the piano and drums.  The initial response was a reserved heat from the crowd.  How dare this woman just shout out to these jazz masters of the universe.  How disrespectful.  She must be drunk (she wasn’t but she appeared to be getting there).

She braved on, “It’s your birthday,” she shouted.  And it was.

The band then turned on him.  What a great idea.  They wanted to hear him play solo even though it “wasn’t in the schedule.”

And so…behold, emerges the greatest gift of jazz music, not the intricate melodies/harmonies and in current trends, impossible to follow rhythms, but its “availability” to go musical free climbing without a harness (solo or with others).

Creative improvisation, alone or with the group that’s invented in the moment and sounds like it was 7 months in the making.  And he made it sound good.

Johnson played a Miles Davis piece for 15 minutes and it became the most memorable moment of the night.
Again, I wasn’t there, this was the report I got by very intelligent and trustworthy observer (who also happens to be a jazz musician).

Does jazz need more crowd bravery inspired by drinking and socializing behavior?  

If you think the jazz world has moved too far into the classical concert setting, where the Keith Jarretts of the world stop the concert if an audience member coughs, and that maybe jazz might be better off in a rowdier climate where the listeners drink a bit more, and then ask for a bit more, and people clap along and make sounds…when they hear virtuosity they stamp their feet and say “hell yes,” then maybe jazz would be better off with another drink.