I just visited a blog called AfroChat — which features a particularly energized discussion on the question, “Why Don’t Black Folks Listen to Jazz?” The question is worth asking, certainly. And I admire the vehemence of the responders, although I cannot share some of their racial assumptions. I should point out that I am technically Caucasian. And perhaps the whole question is elusive — why should I, as a teenager in 1965, have found Louis Armstrong more “my music” than the Beatles, even though the latter were what the media and my peers said I was supposed to be listening to?
What if art — unlike the people who discourse on it — IS genuinely color-blind, and the race or ethnicity of an artist has nothing to do with the race or ethnicity of his or her audience?
And a post titled “Why Don’t Black Folks Listen to Bessie Smith?” would be wrongly restrictive: these days, it should be “Why Don’t People Listen to Bessie Smith?” Although I am sure someone will write in to say proudly that (s)he hears Bessie just fine, thank you. And I wonder how many people actually listened to Bessie Smith when she was alive and at the height of her popularity. I am now of the opinion that even with the big bands of the Swing Era, jazz was never truly the dominant popular music of this country. In 1940, to pick a year at random, a listener had a far better chance of going to see jazz live, hearing it on the radio, easily finding jazz records as well as people who were aware of it . . . but for every Billie Holiday record there were a dozen records without a dash or a pinch of jazz. Alas, but it’s easy to prove. And Louis Armstrong himself admired the music of Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians, I should point out.
The posting — and the discussion — are well worth reading. Check them out at http://www.afrochat.net/forums/music/21186-why-dont-black-folks-listen-jazz.html
Posted in It's A Mystery, Jazz Worth Reading
Tagged AfroChat, Beatles, Bessie Smith, Billie Holiday, Black, Guy Lombardo and his Royal Canadians, jazz, jazz blog, Jazz Lives, Louis Armstrong, Michael Steinman, race, racism, White
I bought a jazz CD this morning. For anyone who knows me or has intuited something about my life from this blog, that should hardly be worthy of comment.
The prize CD — which I found out about because of John Herr’s recommendation — features Matthias Seuffert, Rossano Sportiello, Harry Allen, and Anthony Howe. Three of those musicians are players I revere, and if Howe, a drummer, is part of their company, I’d take it on faith that he swings. The title is “SWINGIN’ DUO BY THE LAGO,” and it comes from Styx Records.
The disc itself, however, isn’t the reason for this post. I bought the disc through CD Baby (wittily titled) and late in the evening I got this automated response, which made me laugh so hard that it is worth a purchase in itself. This message — happily over-the-top to be sure– is the way to treat customers! Check their website out for yourselves.
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Posted in The Things We Love
Tagged Anthony Howe, CD, CD Baby, compact disc, customer service, Harry Allen, I Found A Million Dollar Baby, jazz, jazz blog, Jazz Lives, John Herr, Matthias Seuffert, Michael Steinman, Rossano Sportiello, Styx Records