Everybody’s making a lot of noise about this whole death of jazz thing.
How are we mourning something that’s been gone a long time ago and highly questionable if it ever really existed?
The question to me is not if jazz is dead or will die, but rather, if it ever was alive.
OK- let’s say jazz is alive.
Then it has most certainly been on life support for quite sometime.
Personally, I think somebody should to sneak in the room and euthanize it.
Maybe if jazz dies, cats will start playing the blues again.
You don’t have to play blues if you play jazz.
Shyt, you don’t even have to swing.
So I say, let it die.
The Original Dixieland Jass Band made the first jazz record.
Paul Whiteman was the King Of Jazz.
Louis Armstrong played the blues.
Miles Davis played the blues.
If it was good enough for them, it’s good enough for me.
You can play anything and call it jazz, but you can only do one thing when you’re playing the blues.
You can get a jazz Master’s degree in countless schools across the globe.
There’s only one way to master the blues.
You can teach somebody how to play jazz.
You can’t teach anybody how to play the blues; you can only give it to them.
The premier jazz venue in the world rests on prime realty in Manhattan.
I think it’s safe to say that jazz has officially crossed over.
Ever notice that no one ever speaks of the blues dying.
As long as there’s life, there will be blues.
– Nicholas Payton