Feeling Jazz

.. Jazz ... See jazz? Taste his Feel his shagginess with his hand, try hardness of supports rhythm? What kind of jazz is it - brown, ponderous, excessively sweet, cunning and mocking?

The territory, where unpredictability and consistent pattern , balancing in unstable equilibrium, dance the blues, ragtime and slow foxtrot. This is such a country - Jazz - where the basic law that rules, is the improvisation.

The black trumpeter looked out from behind of the night, and an invisible orchestra wove a mosaic of rustling bat leaves and wings, drum droplets of

raindrops on the window sill, and arrhythmias of the old weather vane on the roof. The melody of the trumpet starts from afar: it slips in the darkness of the winding path, cautiously sneaks through the context of jazz-style composition.

... The notes of blues are viscid and sweets, they flow down from the pipe directly

onto the floor, forming a treble clef.

... and Voice! The singer invisible in the night gives the composition its own sound. The Queen of Jazz, as a realistic image, remains behind the scenes, only her dark hand favorably strokes the heads of two dogs. This is Tact and Syncope. The melody draws a surrealistic image of the singer in the copper trumpet, through the sound. The Voice gently spreads as hot chocolate, smoothing the corners and enveloping the rhythm roughness. But the multi-storey voice range takes its toll, and in the depths of the Voices sharp cries of exotic birds and the smells of African spices wake up ...

... Drunk cherry smiles slyly from chocolate liquor. Cherry is a red woman's shoe, whimsically dropped by some lady in the depths of the picture. We see only her bare feet. And here is the second shoe is sent to the flight! The arbitrary Miss Improvisation once again refutes the canons. This is Jazz, baby!

... Jazz!

Article author: Elena Prokonova