Right
outside of my bedroom, in the hallway of my parent’s home, is a framed black
and white photo of a young Miles Davis, sitting alone in a recording studio
with his trumpet. The image always reminded me of a modern reinvention of The
Thinker. And that was jazz to me. The heady and cool Miles Davis. You can tell
that he’s got something on his mind, but he won’t ever explain it to you. No, you’ve
got to listen to his music and try to figure out what he’s thinking. Growing up
jazz always seemed like an unrelatable fringe subgenre of music led by these
enigmatic personas such as Miles Davis. But after taking this course I can see
now how naive that perspective of jazz was.
For half a
century, jazz wasn’t fringe at all. It feels strange to say, but jazz was American
pop music. Jazz was dance music. Jazz was mainstream entertainment. It was a
reinvention of classic music into something hip, modern, and most importantly
alive. From the 20s through the 40s jazz was the backdrop of American night
life. People weren’t sitting around snapping their fingers to it, they were crowding
around the radio or lining up outside of clubs, excited to dance to the latest
sounds. The jazz I knew, the cool jazz of Miles Davis, didn't come around until
much later. It came once the musicians really started thinking and becoming
self-aware of what they were doing. The jazz I was used to came once the
musicians made a conscious choice to create art instead of entertainment.
And by
nature the persona of the artist needs to be more enigmatic than that of the
entertainer. Especially with the context of black jazz musicians attempting to
succeed in a racially heated society, the two personas diverge by necessity. In
the early years of jazz, the black entertainer needed to fit a nonthreatening, Uncle
Tom type of role. On stage they needed to laugh and grin and put their, often
white audience and employers, at ease. Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, and
other great jazz musicians of the day were savvy businessmen and knew that in order
to keep their jobs as entertainers they needed to play into certain stereotypes
and project a docile image of themselves. It’s smart. Could you imagine someone
like Miles Davis, clearly smart as hell and with all the attitude that he
carries with him, coming up on stage in a segregated Chicago nightclub in the
1920s? I doubt he’d be allowed to finish his set before the gangster club
owners decided to “take care of him”.
But in the
1950s and the 60s, society allows him to act the way he does. Sure racial
tensions were still high, but the civil rights movement was in full swing, and
attention was being drawn to racial issues. This was a transitional period in American
history, and the attitude that Miles Davis projected was representative of
where America was heading. A proud, talented, and smart black man, clearly
disgusted with the discrimination of his people; this persona attracted people
towards his music and provided a lens through which to view his artistic
message. But after reading through his autobiography and learning about the history
of jazz, Miles’s persona doesn’t seem nearly so enigmatic to me as it once did.
He was a product of the jazz movement. His art, his identity, his livelihood,
and his politics all becoming so intertwined that the only way to protect his
ego was to become guarded, stern, and aloof. It’s hard to define jazz because
it has evolved and changed so much over the 20th century, but it
seems clear that the musicians who pushed the movement forward didn’t just play
jazz, they lived it.