Jazz

I won’t tell you the artists I love best. If you’ve read my blog for long enough you know why.

Jazz to me is a safe place mentally. It’s music I listen to when I don’t want to be bothered by the ugliness of our fallen human nature. It’s music I listen to when I don’t want to be reminded of how badly some people understand a great many things. It’s music I listen to when I want to feel hopeful.

That being said, have you heard of Jelly Roll Morton? His work and life is so…untouchable I’m not too worried about sharing his name. Listen to Jelly Roll Morton to get to the heart of jazz.

Sure his music was played at brothels in the 1920’s. But that’s the sort of raw jazz he created and part of what makes him so great as an artist. He was real. He was troubled. He was…brilliant. Give him a listen if you haven’t already.