Jazz monologue (author unknown) (with Yorkshire accent, grammar police will have a ball) I were reading one day in the paper That jazz twere the thing to be in, So I went to a shop on centre and bought a book on how to begin. It said Bunks the fellow to follow George Lewis from old New Orleans. Just listen and blow for theres no need to know about music and all that it means. So I went off and bought me a trumpet all shiny and brassy and new, and I went and I stood by piano to find out what note twere I blew. I learnt about Saints and their marching I played all the tunes in Bb, I joined a small band with some others and me mum said well how about that! It hadnt been for so long when a pal feeling generous and kind, lent me a record of Louis and I nearly went out of me mind. I practised all night int bathroom, I learnt keys and scales and all that, I found out about triple tonguing, and not to blow sharp or blow flat. It was cornet chop suey from then on West end blues and hotter than that, and four in a bar and no messing, fags, beer, philosophical chat. For a number of years this was dandy, we played all tclubs and tboat, Then someone said have you heard Clark Terry, he plays hundred of thousands of notes. Well I tell you I were really astonished Id heard nothing like it before, So I bought a beret and sun glasses, smoked pot and played laying on floor. I bent up me horn just like Dizzy, me mum went a little bit white Cause during the heating and brazing I caught kitchen curtains alight. I blew like a madman on tintacks, all up above high C and all, you couldnt hear tune for the thumping of neighbours on thin party wall. I dropped out of band cause Id left them behind with traditional stuff, I went freelance but nobody phoned me, so I played on me own, it were rough I knew as a modern musician I was tops, but no-one would agree, they kept playing the Saints, Shine and Ice Cream, and bloody old Isle of Capri. So I gave me old horn to the dustman, and I bought me a moog in its stead I now make peculiar noises I perceive deep inside of my head, and I twiddle and stream and blend octaves and pass through the dynamic plane, and sculpture me wave forms and wattage and freeform again and again. But sometimes when nobodys listening, I creep to the hi-fi and hear Savoy Blues or Im Coming Virginia, and its lovely and sweet to me ear. And I look back and wish with nostalgia I could have stuck to me four in a bar, and Bb and G7 and Dm At least then you know where you are. But I spose now Ill have to stay voguee and keep up with the trends all the same, but I know when I want to play music, its back to old Louis again! Now Click on link youtube/watch?v=_2fhRwAFA2Y
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 23:27:34 +0000
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