Storyville
Notes for a poem on New Orleans & Jaz
New Orleans
You got trams like Melbourne
You got
Jazz like New Orleans
You got Jelly Roll
You got 4 bar then more
You got
Buddy Bolden
(his mumma scared)
You got
Spanish tinge
You got
Erotic motion
You got Jelly's great grandmother
You tell a
You the night watchman
You the night watch all right man
You got singin'
You got the piano
You got the Jelly Roll Blues
You got ravi music
You got Storyville
You got Jassmine
So sweet in the air it send you crazy
You call it jazz
You got film an speeded up motion
You got heat
An high emotion
You got Sidney Besche
The poet of New Orleans Music
Creole music
At 10 years old
At 16 you leave school
An bring your personality
To your instrument
You love the lonesome blues
Through your horn
You find notes no-one
Even suspected were in that thing
You got the
Victor Victrola
1901
No-one thinks of recording Jazz
After Buddy
You have Freddy Keppler
Laughing through the wah-wah mute
In 1914
The Original Creole Orchestra
Hits LA
An busses to Chicago
He very big an very strong
Your mute fly out yo' trumpet onto the dance floor
It in the papers
It never
Happen before
You frightened other people steal your stuff
February 26th 1917
The Original Dixieland Orchestra
5 white musicians
led by Nick
La Rocca
Play Dixieland One Step
You play
Horses
You play
Roosters
You play
Around on record
First time in history
250,000 copies at 50 cents each
Then you got influenza
You got nervous breakdown
You got construction - no-one ever know
You play music
You got
Buddy locked up in the Jacksonville
Insane Asylum
His mumma
Get so scared she call police
He never play the horn again
You got
T' excuse me right now
I got ta
Get some sleep
You know what I mean?