So what, exactly, is jazz? Depends on whom you talk to. One thing jazz is not, is exactly or precisely anything, Jazz is a complex palette of harmonies and rhythms and beats and syncopations that continues to evolve from then until now. Some look at jazz based on styles: Ragtime, honky-tonk, Dixieland, big band, boogie-woogie, bebop, traditonal and so on. Others think places: New Orleans, Kansas City, Chicago, and so on. Still others think people: Jelly Roll Morton, Louis Armstrong, Charlie Parker, Duke Ellington, John Coltrane, Hoagy Carmichael and so on. Though the marble slab of jazz was certainly infused in its infancy with the blues, and so is richly veined with misery and “ghetto blues,” it nonetheless, overall, is music that lifts and buoys the soul rather than sinking it. Leonard Feather once quoted British musician and scholar Benny Green: “Jazz started out to be happy music, a music of release and exultation,” pointing out the music’s “bonhomie, its vitality, its enthusiasm, its warmth.”
So here is “All That Jazz,” a painting to celebrate and honor the style, earthiness, and sheer class of early jazz. There are cornets, snapping snares, a cymbal’s ring, with long mellow tones, sprightly rhythyms and scattered flashy red staccato notes. Mostly it’s fun, like jazz was meant to be.