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Al compas del mundo - programa #111 - Whither Jazz?

The funny thing about jazz is that a sizable percentage of today’s younger generation cannot relate. Or so I’m told by my sons who fit that demographic and taste (or lack thereof). Were we like that back in the day? I, myself, began learning about the genre as a college student living in Milwaukee. Admittedly I never paid a lot of attention to jazz until an old grade school friend turned up in town and I let him crash in my room for a while. He travelled light: his trumpet and a handful of records stand out in my memory. Through him I heard Stanley Turrentine’s sax, Blue Mitchell’s trumpet, and Horace Silver’s piano. I immediately dug the “cool” element and the “out there” aesthetic. It’s been a musical motivator ever since. Go to most any jazz concert today and in attendance will be a sea of grayhairs. Don’t know what that portends for the music we call jazz – whose definition has been liberally extended in most every direction over time – but I’m hoping that moment of satori (awakening, comprehension) visits our youth and broadens their artistic perspective to include a relationship with “American classical music”, AKA, jazz. -JH

Run List for Jazz
First broadcast 1-18-24

01 Dizzy Gillespie – Pensativo

02 Terry Gibbbs - Scrapple from the Apple

03 Jackie McLean - Goin' Away Blues

04 James Carter - JC on the Set

05 Ian Carey Quintet +1 – I

06 Terence Blanchard - Dark Room

07 Randy Weston - Loose Wig

08 SF Jazz Collective - Tell Me a Bedtime Story

09 John Coltrane and Miles Davis - 'Round Midnight

Beat me with a plate of scrapple

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