Jazz Music

There has been much controversy about which music is the best. Some people like the new pop songs, others like rap for some reason, and others just can't decide. Well, I have decided. The solos, history, and preciseness of jazz makes it the best music ever.

This must have been fate, but a month ago, I found out about this free Jazz concert that was going to take place this past Friday. So I took some friends with me, and as soon as they started playing, I had a smile on my face, and a desire to just keep hearing more. In just about every song, the players would take turns soloing, which they were incredibly good at. I mean, this clarinet player held this really long note while his face slowly turned redder. These people were just amazing. They knew exactly what they wanted to do, but probably most of their solos were improvised, which makes them all the more cooler.

This old man, Bob Bailey, was a guest star in the program, and he was just awesome. This old man with the biggest smile came up on stage and sat next to the piano. The director introduced him, telling that he used to be on the "Dean Martin Show", and he had been playing the piano for a long long time. Mr. Bailey is a good representation of how long jazz has been around and popular. He was probably around when it started. Jazz began in the "roaring 20's" in the United States, becoming American history. Many people liked it, and they would go to clubs and dance around like fools. While listening to these pieces, I closed my eyes, and I could imagine a small bar or club, with people dancing all around. These people did not care about class, or sadness; all they cared about was their fun happy dancing.

As they started their first tune with Mr. Bailey, I was just amazed. This old man knew his way around the piano, and he was awesome. I could tell my mouth was open, gaping at the talent of this guy. If he hit any wrong notes, I sure did not notice. But that goes for all of the band. They were so precise in their work, and never once did they mess up. These people sure had talent, and I was compelled to be like them. Even if they did mess up, no one in the audience noticed because they kept straight faces so we could not sense the embarrassment in their faces. The band also played a few songs Mr. Bailey wrote, which were awesome as well. As I watched the piano, I was sucked in...again... and when he took his finger from one end of the piano and rolled it to the top, making the last note stand out, I smiled widely, jealous of how cool this old man was.

During the whole performance, people would cheer for them, applauding their great talent. I thought they were just terrific and my friends and I just kept clapping. People of all ages were sucked into the music, just as I was. A kid sitting in the front row was leaning forward, looking at them intently, and this old man to the side and a row in front of me kept tapping his leg with both his hands.

Jazz is very addictive, and know you understand why.