collection of essays published by JS before leaving Czechoslovakia in 1968: I was born in Nachod, How I learned German and later English, Read release, Red music, Comrade jazz player, and an interview in Prague. The author tells of the darkest moments in the history of this century by the chronicle of a small nation in Central Europe. He also tells her passion for jazz that maintains responding to events. An autobiography followed by an interview in Prague in 1968. Jazz is especially present in the chapters: How I learned English, music and Red in the interview.
SKVORECKY Josef, Comrade jazz player (Talkin 'Moscow blues), 1988, Anatolia 1996 / Reed. 10-18 No. 3078, Trad. Philippe Blanchard
How I learned English : "I heard the saxophone Chick Webb and in an instant I understood the meaning of the phrase" music of the spheres. "I heard a beautiful voice who also rose above the saxophones, and singing in the language of cowboys. I listened carefully. I understood the first sentence: I've got a guy. The second was more difficult, and it seemed to contain a grammatical error : He do not dress me in sand [...] the third sentence: He looks nothing Gable like [...] came a simple sentence: Purpose he's mine [...] I knew when it was Ella Fitzgerald, because at that time it was not interested in singing, what mattered was the group whose name was on the label [...] A new sentence understandable: I've got a guy, then he starts Into When I do not know what, I Bet? Beat me? Bit me? The meaning of petting was unknown in Bohemia "
Red music:" I played tenor saxophone [...] And despite what Leroi Jones, the essence of this music, this way of making music, is not simply protest. This is something good more fundamental: a life force, a strong enthusiasm, an explosion of creative energy, breathtaking as any form of authentic art, one feels even in the saddest of blues [...] Basically, we liked the music we call it jazz, and swing was actually the child of mixed Chicago and New Orleans [...] this old 78's who ran on a Brunswick phonograph crank, with its label or just read it: I've Got a Guy, Chick Webb And His Orchestra With Vocal Chorus [...] unknown singer [...] it was the great Ella Fitzgerald, then aged seventeen years [...] It There was even a jazz band at Buchenwald, composed mainly of Czech and French prisoners. This time added the absurd cruelty: they were sent behind barbed wire in the name of the music that was played on their premises [...] We were convinced that Casa Loma was the name of an American conductor a man the size of Jimmy Lunceford, Chick Webb, Andy Kirk, Duke Ellington (Ellington had joined the nobility through a Czech translator who had found his name in an American novel and who had concluded that it should s act of a member of the English aristocracy reduced poverty to earn his living as a bandleader at the Cotton Club), Count Basie, Louis Armstrong, Tommy Dorsey, Benny Goodman, Glenn Miller, you will not find one that we knew. And yet we did not know about [...] There was a Swedish film [...] Swing it, Magistern! [...] We had all fallen in love with the singer [...] Alice Babs Nielsson [...] much later, she recorded an album with Duke Ellington [...] a copy of the movie Sun Valley Serenade [...] I was impervious to the plot Hollywood, but mesmerized by Glenn Miller [...] the soundtrack of In the Mood or Chattanooga choo choo [...] Instead of Kenton, they pushed Paul Robeson, as we hated this black apostle who agreed to give recitals in the open air in Prague! [...] We got a magazine called Really the Blues (a title borrowed from Mezz Mezzrow) [...] the sixties saw a proliferation of international jazz festivals funded by the government. The scene of Prague Lucerna sounded notes of Don Cherry, the Modern Jazz Quartet and Ted Curson [...] The jazz is not music. It is the love of youth remains firmly rooted in the soul, forever unchanging, while the music evolves, it is the eternal appeal of the saxophones Jimmy Lunceford [...] for me, the Duke is gone, Count Basie barely survives a heart attack, Little Jimmy Rushing is gone where will all flesh-who anybody Asks you this song It Was blood,-tell 'em it was - he's been there and gone. Such is the epitaph of Small Five-by-Five. Such is the epitaph I wish my books. "
Interview: No moving quotes but a response to the question: Your relationship with jazz, of course, very special?" I'll tell you: sometimes I sometimes feel alone and suddenly hear jazz, and it's as if we had to get a bite of a very powerful stimulant. It is not just a matter of aesthetics. Jazz goes deeper and is a psychological force, a wonderful strength that gives me joy and that colors my entire emotional life. It is an endless source of pleasure, one part of my life that time has not destroyed. I am not a collector, I do not put myself in a corner listening to records. I probably can not correctly answer a single question of a game on jazz. But I love this music anonymously. Recently, I realized that I had not written a single book in which the Jazz do not play a role. Jazz, and everything he represents, for me, a key to the human enterprise. There are other currents that fall in my attitude toward jazz - memories of wartime, the role he played for us during these dismal years, the fact that it was more or less forbidden, but this has little importance. Jazz is, above all, a sort of brotherhood ".
View Jockel # 0015" The bass saxophone and Other Stories "by clicking HERE .
How I learned English : "I heard the saxophone Chick Webb and in an instant I understood the meaning of the phrase" music of the spheres. "I heard a beautiful voice who also rose above the saxophones, and singing in the language of cowboys. I listened carefully. I understood the first sentence: I've got a guy. The second was more difficult, and it seemed to contain a grammatical error : He do not dress me in sand [...] the third sentence: He looks nothing Gable like [...] came a simple sentence: Purpose he's mine [...] I knew when it was Ella Fitzgerald, because at that time it was not interested in singing, what mattered was the group whose name was on the label [...] A new sentence understandable: I've got a guy, then he starts Into When I do not know what, I Bet? Beat me? Bit me? The meaning of petting was unknown in Bohemia "
Red music:" I played tenor saxophone [...] And despite what Leroi Jones, the essence of this music, this way of making music, is not simply protest. This is something good more fundamental: a life force, a strong enthusiasm, an explosion of creative energy, breathtaking as any form of authentic art, one feels even in the saddest of blues [...] Basically, we liked the music we call it jazz, and swing was actually the child of mixed Chicago and New Orleans [...] this old 78's who ran on a Brunswick phonograph crank, with its label or just read it: I've Got a Guy, Chick Webb And His Orchestra With Vocal Chorus [...] unknown singer [...] it was the great Ella Fitzgerald, then aged seventeen years [...] It There was even a jazz band at Buchenwald, composed mainly of Czech and French prisoners. This time added the absurd cruelty: they were sent behind barbed wire in the name of the music that was played on their premises [...] We were convinced that Casa Loma was the name of an American conductor a man the size of Jimmy Lunceford, Chick Webb, Andy Kirk, Duke Ellington (Ellington had joined the nobility through a Czech translator who had found his name in an American novel and who had concluded that it should s act of a member of the English aristocracy reduced poverty to earn his living as a bandleader at the Cotton Club), Count Basie, Louis Armstrong, Tommy Dorsey, Benny Goodman, Glenn Miller, you will not find one that we knew. And yet we did not know about [...] There was a Swedish film [...] Swing it, Magistern! [...] We had all fallen in love with the singer [...] Alice Babs Nielsson [...] much later, she recorded an album with Duke Ellington [...] a copy of the movie Sun Valley Serenade [...] I was impervious to the plot Hollywood, but mesmerized by Glenn Miller [...] the soundtrack of In the Mood or Chattanooga choo choo [...] Instead of Kenton, they pushed Paul Robeson, as we hated this black apostle who agreed to give recitals in the open air in Prague! [...] We got a magazine called Really the Blues (a title borrowed from Mezz Mezzrow) [...] the sixties saw a proliferation of international jazz festivals funded by the government. The scene of Prague Lucerna sounded notes of Don Cherry, the Modern Jazz Quartet and Ted Curson [...] The jazz is not music. It is the love of youth remains firmly rooted in the soul, forever unchanging, while the music evolves, it is the eternal appeal of the saxophones Jimmy Lunceford [...] for me, the Duke is gone, Count Basie barely survives a heart attack, Little Jimmy Rushing is gone where will all flesh-who anybody Asks you this song It Was blood,-tell 'em it was - he's been there and gone. Such is the epitaph of Small Five-by-Five. Such is the epitaph I wish my books. "
Interview: No moving quotes but a response to the question: Your relationship with jazz, of course, very special?" I'll tell you: sometimes I sometimes feel alone and suddenly hear jazz, and it's as if we had to get a bite of a very powerful stimulant. It is not just a matter of aesthetics. Jazz goes deeper and is a psychological force, a wonderful strength that gives me joy and that colors my entire emotional life. It is an endless source of pleasure, one part of my life that time has not destroyed. I am not a collector, I do not put myself in a corner listening to records. I probably can not correctly answer a single question of a game on jazz. But I love this music anonymously. Recently, I realized that I had not written a single book in which the Jazz do not play a role. Jazz, and everything he represents, for me, a key to the human enterprise. There are other currents that fall in my attitude toward jazz - memories of wartime, the role he played for us during these dismal years, the fact that it was more or less forbidden, but this has little importance. Jazz is, above all, a sort of brotherhood ".
View Jockel # 0015" The bass saxophone and Other Stories "by clicking HERE .
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