Docstoc

JazzFest In New Orleans Kicks Off Without Jazz

Document Sample
JazzFest In New Orleans Kicks Off Without Jazz Powered By Docstoc
					JazzFest In New Orleans Kicks Off Without Jazz

Word Count:
338

Summary:
The truth of music in New Orleans has for many years been in the sound of
music one hears when he or she strolls through the fabled French Quarter.
They have been, not the lilting lines of jazz, but the raucous thumps of
rock. Since popular music is unlikely to return to those golden days of
yore, it seems that the least irritating way to return consonance to the
Jazzfest is simply to rename it the Musicfest. Then, while our ears might
be just as troubled, at least our minds could ease off the incongruity
that persists in troubling them.


Keywords:
 humor,comedy,satire,news,news
laugh,laugh,joke,laughs,jokes,laughter,spoof,spoofs,skit,skits


Article Body:
The Jazzfest in New Orleans, intended to revive the sodden spirits of the
land of legendary jazz greats, went off, oddly enough, with comparatively
little jazz. There was, in conspicuous unlikelihood, Bruce Springsteen,
who did manage a soulful rendition of When the Saints Go Marching In.
Also on hand was the legendary jazz performer Elvis Costello.

While all the misplaced rockers do come as a wakeup call to the people
who expect the Jazzfest to feature jazz, the sad truth is that jazz
hasn’t been the leading act in New Orleans, or anywhere else in the lower
48, since Bill Haley and the Comets strolled around Preservation Hall,
thumping out Rock Around the Clock, ratcheting up that old backbeat
rhythm in the first verifiable intrusion of rock and roll into the
sensibilities of the former comparatively civilized ears of now
extensively deaf humanity.

Of course, there were some performers with a tad of credibility toward
the appellation of jazz artist, such as verifiable regulars Dr. John and
Allan Toussaint.

It’s time deal with the indisputable encumbrance that we’re living in an
age when the big music stars are not, despite their passing pretensions,
exponents of the jazz mode, except perhaps in the persona of the skillful
New Yorker trumpeter, Wynton Marsalis. The giants of jazz, from raspy
voiced trumpeter Louis Armstrong to smoothly elegant pianist Bill Evans,
have long been sleeping in the arms of time.

The truth of music in New Orleans has for many years been in the sound of
music one hears when he or she strolls through the fabled French Quarter.
They have been, not the lilting lines of jazz, but the raucous thumps of
rock.
Since popular music is unlikely to return to those golden days of yore,
it seems that the least irritating way to return consonance to the
Jazzfest is simply to rename it the Musicfest.

Then, while our ears might be just as troubled, at least our minds could
ease off the incongruity that persists in troubling them.