excerpt from 'Hear Me Talkin' To Ya: The Classic Story of Jazz as Told by the Men Who Made It' pp. 53 (135 words)
excerpt from 'Hear Me Talkin' To Ya: The Classic Story of Jazz as Told by the Men Who Made It' pp. 53 (135 words)
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A lot of bad bands, what we used to call "spasm" bands, played any jobs they could get in the streets. They did a lot of "ad libbing" in ragtime style with different solos in succession, not in a regular routine, but just as one guy would get tired and let another musician take the lead. None of these men made much money--maybe a dollar a night or a couple of bucks for a funeral, but still, they didn't like to leave New Orleans. […] So, the town was full of the best musicians you ever heard. Even the rags-bottles-and-bones men would advertise their trade by playing the blues on the wooden mouthpieces of Christmas horns--yes sir, play more low-down dirty blues on those Kress horns than the rest of the country ever thought of. |
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