Music Monday: All that Jazz

Monday, July 1, 2013

I feel in love with jazz music in my early 20s. Though I can't recall how I ended up volunteering for the Lionel Hampton Jazz Festival, I mark that moment as my gateway into jazz; when, after hearing the beat of a passionate xylophone riff, I was hooked. This is what living sounds like, I thought. After that I listened to jazz aficionado and radio host Steve Williams on a nightly basis. Together we'd drive around Salt Lake City and I would scribble down artist names between sets, hoping to expand my own jazz library. When I moved back to Washington, D.C. I discovered the Westminster Jazz church—where for $5 on a Friday night I could load up on soul food, claim a seat next to my black brothers and sisters, and swoon over lanky bass players and melt into tenor sax solos. It was one of my favorite ways to spend a Friday night. And I would often take friends with me whenever I could. Jazz, our uniquely American music, has the capacity to erase boundaries and bring folks together. Hearing live jazz music punches the breath out of me, and tastes that much sweeter when I inhale again. Jazz is both raw and romantic. While it isn't for everyone, I have it on good authority that God Loves Jazz, you know, just in case you needed further evidence that you ought to give the genre a second chance. Though I can't really claim a favorite album or artist, this Miles Davis rendition of It Never Entered My Mind gets played fairly regularly on my music rotation. 


1 comments:

  1. God DOES love jazz. Amen! (and oh boy, I needed to hear that horn today. perfection!)

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