1920s – 1930s JAZZ DANCE ART LITERATURE: POETRY, DRAMA, NOVELS World War I had just ended The 18th Amendment made alcohol illegal Warren Harding, Calvin Coolidge, Herbert Hoover, and Franklin Delano Roosevelt were presidents Radio hit the airwaves That’s a radio. She’s a flapper. Great Migration from the rural South, 1914-1918 Former slaves were heading North to find work in the urban centers/cities because Reconstruction had failed. Created their own culture of music, art, literature, and fashion in response to their new surroundings Type of jazz music Charlie Parker, saxophone Dizzy Gillespie, trumpet Charles Mingus, bassist Scat: Be de be do be do be do be do Horns played cleanly, like a piano Emphasis on 8th and 16th notes Very fast, many solos in one song Chords are a reference, not a melody Integrated/quoted/sampled from other songs Roots of Jazz in the Southern Spiritual They played their music here Dance and music blended together… Rented hall + flyers + cheap food, + good, live music + dime admission + red lights = Musicians like Charlie Parker or Billie Holiday would show up after their paid gig and play for free These were called “Jumps!” or “Shouts!” IT WAS THE JAZZ AGE Just as colorful as the music Some hearkened back to Africa Like the work of Aaron Douglas Reflected the dancing. This is the Charleston Were always in the back of their minds The reality: lynching and the Ku Klux Klan This is Denver, CO in 1930 Langston Hughes, Theme for English B: The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of youThen, it will be true. I wonder if it's that simple? I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem. I went to school there, then Durham, then here to this college on the hill above Harlem. I am the only colored student in my class. The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas, Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y, the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator up to my room, sit down, and write this page: It's not easy to know what is true for you or me at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you: hear you, hear me-we two-you, me, talk on this page. (I hear New York too.) Me-who? Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life. I like a pipe for a Christmas present, or records-Bessie, bop, or Bach. I guess being colored doesn't make me NOT like the same things other folks like who are other races. So will my page be colored that I write? Being me, it will not be white. But it will be a part of you, instructor. You are white--yet a part of me, as I am a part of you. That's American. Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me. Nor do I often want to be a part of you. But we are, that's true! As I learn from you, I guess you learn from me--although you're older---and white--and somewhat more free. This is my page for English B. http://www.jazzwise.com/catalog/media/Ae berHbk/37.pdf http://www.robinurton.com/history/Harlem.h tm http://www.huntfor.com/arthistory/C20th/ha rrenaiss.htm http://www.1920-30.com/ http://uptownflavor.files.wordpress.com/200 8/03/1996.jpg http://www.artlex.com/ArtLex/h/harlemrenai ssance.html