it's quite something, to hear a double bass solo in a jazz song, most notably? in moment's notice, on john coltrane's blue train record.

and no, jazz doesn't belong in the headphone
category of music, just like classical music,
it needs air, it needs space,
   like red wine -
      you just can't be that selfish /
embarrassed by listening to it: that it might
require you mentioning a like for classical
pop, like 13th floor elevators,
or madonna's material girl -
         i'm sorry to say, it still rings true:
that people will become more embarrassed
by the choice of music, than by their
****** preferences.
         jazz being the black man's classical
equivalent needs a c.d., a decent sony player
and a decent pair of speakers,
a few beers, a cigarette, or two -
   and some sort of cognitive shock-absorber to
muster the confidence to keep up with
the utter randomness of the music,
unscripted, like the most assured:
leaving you without a moment's worth of
boredom in reading, namely the cut-up works
of william burroughs -
where words dart, quantum leap from
place to place: there's no point (a) through
to point (b) - there's just ab ba ba ab ab ba ba ab
interchanges...
but i do make exceptions -
   jazz on the bus, esp. on route 86 from
romford to stratford -
   just a straight line -
england at the beginning, bangladesh at the end...
and *joshua redman's album back east
buzzing in my ears...
     jazz on the bus, makes perfect senses,
but when listening to jazz in the house?
that music doesn't work with headphones -
my internet connection is slow and i have
to play some open air music...
  discretely, of course, since it's almost 11
at night...
                 and then i think:
my... if those western africans remained in
west africa, and didn't become ingrained
in the building of america,
first of all there would be no jazz,
second of all there would have been no blues,
no elvis... no this that & the other...
      strange, isn't it, that from a very bad
deed, some good could have arisen...
         dare i say, if it wasn't for **** germany,
there would have been no israel?
         what a strange question to ask,
wouldn't you agree?
          after all, with no divine intervention:
there wouldn't be a laughing god now
apparent, riddled by the once mighty
german, becoming castrated and limping
  on the cusp of: medusa on the guillotine;
still, there's that notion of jazz on the bus
to clear things through...
     the only time jazz can be allowed
into these claustrophobic instruments of
"torture" -
             take a breath, the mind expand,
you've just ridden the 86 bus route,
all the way from england, through to
bangladesh!