Jazzanatomy
James A. Emanuel
EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales. Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone classified “unknown.” Slick lizard rhythms, cigar-smoke tunes, straight-gin sky laced with double moons. Second-chance rhythms, don’t-give-up riffs: jazz gets HIGH off can’ts, buts, and ifs.
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