An interesting post at Yeah Right, which paraphrases a Twitter discussion, on the apparent fall from grace of jazz, and the genre’s transformation into “high art”.
So what happened? Did jazz get too self-consciously cool? Too mannered, wrapped-up in an artistic bubble, esoteric? If you’ve ever heard a group of jazz musicians wailing in an improv jam session – something I was lucky enough to experience almost every Thursday night back in the day – you’ll know it doesn’t have to be this way. There’s something about great jazz that literally seems to bounce off the walls, like the music has a life of its own.
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