Some people are drawn to, and indulge in, terrible shit music simply
because their brains cannot process or synch up to the abstract. They
want a beat and some identity and they don't want extended experiences
in the arts. If you played some jazz or Bach for them, they would
totally dislike it and be bored. Their music might give them some kind
of vulgar high like rap, where they have to identify with some fake
pride of a thug figure as a way of self grasping, when they have no
accomplishments or real purpose for having self-esteem normally. They
completely have no understanding of the god-like enjoyments that come
from being able to understand actual music, much less the best-crafted
music. There is a coarseness, or obscuration that binds them to a more
dualistic reality (the rapper, as an example, is in opposition to the
rest of the world) instead of producing actual music that doesn't
require words and is a whole other dimension of experience beyond self-
fixation. Just a beat, an identity. And that is what is cool these
days. Art being cool? It died in 1959. Parker saw it too. Bebop was
once the popular music but it couldn't last because it was art and
died as a result of R&B in Harlem: beat and identity: silly cloths and
dance; not much has changed since then. Rap can be art, and exist as
art, I'm not saying otherwise. However it shows us what the kids think
is cool these days post 1959: a beat and an identity. Jazz is beyond
that level of simplicity. Zappa saw that too: he said that jazz wasn't
dead, but that jazz smelled bad. Jazz began its death in the 1950s.
Parker knew it. He suffered over it. Shortly thereafter, the rock
players stole the American blues, exported it from to/from England,
and the money makers all conspired to pump low grade music into our
culture. The pop music and entertainment industry was off making big
money. Jazz was primarily American black art, abstract, and elevated
beyond normal pop music, and money makers would never sustain it and
make money unless they sold it to white kids (the market) and that was
not easy; so jazz died as a popular musical form. It took the
marketers years to get white kids to buy black music: R&B, rap,
mostly. Because the pop culture money machine mastered the beat, and
the identity components that sell records. Jazz has nothing to do with
silly clothes, stage dancing, entertaining light shows, or anything
else in pop culture. Jazz exists for us lucky few who can rise above
the norm of shit music. It lives within us. We are blessed to be able
to love it and help it evolve as well as enjoy the music from its era,
the genius artists, and the details of the art form. We are the
fortunate ones. And we have a duty to endure, promulgate jazz.