Caution! Jazz In The City
What is it that drags us to the city? And what is it that drags us to jazz?
Is it mystery? Something that we can never attain, something that eludes us just as we think we have conquered it?
Is it the chaos that resembles the incomprehensible?
Or is it the amazing order that we discover to be present beyond the chaos?
That comes from the nature; that longs for it; that challenges it and merges with it at the end...
That which causes an African, a Russian and an Argentine to meet at the same stage...
That which confronts us in another form and yet another spirit wherever we go...
That which skillfully combines the sorrow of loneliness and the boisterous cheerfullness of the crowds...
That which overwhelms us when we stay tehre for a long time, and which we miss and rush back, when we are away...
Speed, solitude, pulsation, monotony, never ending changeability, loneliness, love, starting anew, excitement, pain, happiness, pleasure, all of these and everthing that has to do with human being, which it presents to us in its hands...
The city that unites with jazz once more, with jazz that merges with the city in order to meet our yearning for it...
Does the city give jazz its rhythm? Or is it jazz that offers the city its soul? Who gives birth to whom?