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Tuesday, 16 October 2018

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Thanks for the link to Jimmy's website. Loved his books on Salt Lake and World of Wonders. Almost time to put them on the Christmas list!

Kats ... Kets .... in Belgium we have the famous Jimmy Kets ... http://www.jimmykets.be

You know way more about jazz than I ever will, but I've listened to some, and I believe in the sincerity of Ornette Coleman and the people he worked with, and the other jazz musicians influenced by him (and by the earlier jazz musicians who developed be-bop.) I also think that these guys are largely responsible for the decline of jazz as an art form. Jazz and other roots-based/folk-based music have, IMHO, one real imperative: to make women dance. Way back when, women wanted to dance to Bach and Mozart and did; and the modern version of concerts -- sit in the seats and listen -- has done much in my opinion to hurry along the decline of symphony orchestras. When music is not fun, when it mostly is attuned to an aesthetic theory, when you have to sit upright in your seat and not move or snore, then it's in trouble. I doubt that few people would argue with the idea that jazz is in desperate trouble. IMHO.

At last, a post about images, and on one of my favourite topics - jazz photography! While the Jacob's coat of many colours in the first image would be hard to do justice to in B&W, the second image "validates" my view that B&W photography was invented specifically for jazz. It suits the mood. And yes, Ornette is an acquired taste, but like Thelonius Monk for example, who was also not always accessible, there's no denying their influence. You exert influence from out on the edges, not from being in the centre.

"You exert influence from out on the edges, not from being in the centre."

Very true. Nobody broke new ground by following the herd.

What can I add? Again, John Camp gets it totally right.

Jazz, for me and my friends during the 50s, was about dancing, smokey rooms, girls and excitement. So was rock'n' roll until the time when it became a matter of buying expensive seats in a concert hall, and remaining seated at a Chuck Berry show. As depressing, to wait in hope as he refused to come out and do an encore, making me think of all those LPs of his I'd bought through the years. Would five minutes more have made him a poorer man?

Art, money; they always end up screwing each other to death.

Rob

A little off topic but nonetheless interesting:

https://www.google.be/amp/s/www.nytimes.com/2018/09/25/lens/great-day-in-harlem-art-kane-jazz.amp.html

Best Regards,

ACG

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