This is what interested me the most about this chapter. It is said that great minds think alike. If this were true, shouldn't we expect that Davis rose to fame with those he admired? "Started from the bottom, now we're here," right? Wrong. Chapter two explains this discrepancy and in doing so, illuminates a side of jazz I never saw before taking this class. Another example:
Davis tells us of a trumpet player named Levi Maddison. Davis recounts that he was the "star pupil, and man he was a motherfucker...St. Louis was a great city for trumpet players and Levi was one of the baddest, if not the baddest...His trumpet was an extension of him"(Davis, 34). Yet despite the regard that one of the best holds for him, the all-knowing Google reveals nothing about Mr. Levi Maddison. Davis is quick to explain: Levi was put in a mental institution.
Though Levi's demise is more an issue of bad genetic luck than social inequality, it nonetheless reminds the reader (and aspiring jazz musician alike) that music is secondary to living. While Davis and his friends were probably the best of the best, the only ones who made it as artists were the ones who survived. Pair Levi Maddison's story with that of Duke Brooks, the Ellington imitator who died riding a freight train, and suddenly my understanding of jazz has been reworked.
You see, before I took this class I had no idea how jazz developed. I assumed innovation came out of the grandmasters of the art sitting around proper studios, blowing their horns, and striking their pianos, and plodding a beat along with their drum sets. I didn't realize the importance of the street. In this way, I have come to see jazz much differently than any other genre. More than any other art, jazz emerges directly from the people who are just trying to live, not necessarily the academic musicians. More than anything else, it is a direct expression of life itself. Often, as Davis has portrayed it, the musicians who succeeded were not necessarily the smartest or the fastest or the most popular visionaries. Sometimes they just happened to be the ones who survived, and in this act of surviving there was always some inspiration for the next piece.
For jazz musicians, Jazz was a balance between allowing music to define their lives and allowing their lives to define their music. That is the strongest point I have taken from this class.