Jazz In Quarter TimeA Poem by redzone….the dissonance of life....Jazz in Quarter Time
What is it about jazz that colors its notes in blues with a tint of red quarter notes. Some notes are held longer, so the ear can savor the nuance of a sultry sax as it sways the wind and a lady’s hips.
Jazz and color are threaded, are strings vibrating and woven in social upheaval; the sounds of youthful joy and rebellion; the desire to remake everything. Oh, there will be chords of discord, mixed with smooth melodies; musical hurricanes, contrasting with pastel blues and yellows, of Miles’ horn, and Monk’s piano.
But new music can only emerge from the old, the fusion of sounds, the breaking of old ground for beats never heard before. Jazz is metaphor for life, but it’s also syncopated discord and harmonic dissonance, the fresh air needed for swirls of revolution.
Everyone believes that change comes from each of us changing internally. But this flies in the face of reality. S**t happens, as they say, and we confront it in one way or another. This is not internal out, but external in, then out. How the world affects us, how we see the world determines how we act and affect the world around us. Isn’t this also the way in which we create?
Jazz and imagination, an internal process, more determined by what is going on around us. Reality, the world involves itself in everything we do.
Life itself is jazz, a symphony of color, fused in 6/8 time, with a touch of dissonance, a dash of blues, and a whole lot of love.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 9.28.18 © 2019 redzoneAuthor's Note
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