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Jazz In The Farmhouse . . . mystery in the closet
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A 75yr artfully Jazzy strut through American History. From the Belly of the BLUES" by D. Price. Mystery in the closet. To me, Jazz. Are of the same cloth; some would say: two sides of the same coin, or:. The collective hardships of centuries of enslavement of an easily recognizable people, followed by lingering Jim Crow. Demanded an escape valve for survival. Multitudes perished but the survivors found a way to let off steam through Jazz. The need was great! The response was great! Let there be jazzy.
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GIVEN THE BLUES . . . Make JAZZ
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A 75yr artfully Jazzy strut through American History. JAZZ from the Belly of the BLUES" by D. Price. Getting back to my youth, I thought of Rosedale (Uncle Noah's Park) as my home territory. I keenly observed and studied "my guests". I found the world of Jazz. Music interacting with lively, responsive dancing to be a fascinating marvel; spell binding to behold. The thrill of the show was always there. A totally responsive unit. I am happy for the many jazz band. I paid attention in class and I did my hom...
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UNCLE NOAH'S PARK - My "Rosedale"
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A 75yr artfully Jazzy strut through American History. From the Belly of the BLUES" by D. Price. Music floated a mile or so up river, cut across the growing green fields of corn, soybeans, tomatoes, cucumbers, cow pastures, apple orchards and such. With a will of its own, Jazz. Entered my second floor farmhouse bedroom window and locked onto my heart. Came from Rosedale Beach,. Accustomed to being seasonally transient, and now being told that someone from their people must occupy the land at all times, th...
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A 75yr artfully Jazzy strut through American History. From the Belly of the BLUES" by D. Price. Away from it all. Momma caught a rooster; she thought it was a duck. She put it on the table with his legs cocked up. I thought that was so-o-o-o funny! In come the chillun, their cups in their hands, to get the likker from his yass, yass, yass. That old wind-up Victrola, up there in the attic, gave an eerie " nothing like church music " quality to her voice. Email List Member, H. Degermark commented: "I h...