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Zora on Jazz

“Playing for Tips” by Margaret Slade Kelley. (purchased in New Orleans, 2000.)

 

I love the way Zora describes her experience listening to Jazz music.  This paragraph is an excerpt from “How It Feels to Be Colored Me”:

“In the abrupt way that jazz orchestras have, this one plunges into a number. It loses no time in circumlocutions, but gets right down to business. It contricts the thorax and splits the heart with its tempo and narcotic harmonies. This orchestra grows rambunctious, rears on its hind legs and attacks the tonal veil with primitive fury, rending it, clawing it until it breaks through to the jungle beyond. I follow those heathen — follow them exultingly. I dance wildly inside myself; I yell within, I whoop; I shake my assegai above my head, I hurl it true to the mark yeeeeooww! I am in the jungle and living in the jungle way. My face is painted red and yellow and my body is painted blue. My pulse is throbbing like a war drum. I want to slaughter something — give pain, give death to what, I do not know. But the piece ends. The men of the orchestra wipe their lips and rest their fingers. I creep back slowly to the veneer we call civilization with the last tone and find the white friend sitting motionless in his seat, smoking calmly.”

– Zora Neale Hurston

I resonate with this so much I had to type it out and share it. I would not be the ‘white friend sitting motionless’, that’s for fucking sure.  Imagining the scene and the music… I’m right there in the jungle with her.

 

love,
s

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