The language is more scholarly, detailed and sometimes overflows with names and information that is mind-boggling. Berendt doesn't leave a stone unturned and there isn't any subject related to jazz or the scenes he investigates that he doesn't tackle. The essays, or chapters, are written in three languagesEnglish, German and French and each translation features different photographs. Jazz music has always had a close relationship with photography, since its earliest days. One can say that both arts have developed simultaneously. When William Claxton passed away in 2008, jazz photographer Herman Leonard said the following for the New York Times "When we started out, there were hardly any other photographers doing this kind of thing because there was no money in it. We started doing it because of the love of photography and the love of jazz." The ability to capture the magnificence of this music in a single moment can still fire up the imagination, even in eras gone by. Obviously this book is a labor of love.
What both of them have managed to do was to bring the world to their vision about how jazz could not only be heard but be seen as well. Sometimes listening to music is simply not enough. We crave for more and more information, more insights about the artists which music we enjoy. The photographs in this book are another way for jazz to connect and communicate with its audiences. All of these images offer particular insights and revelations that enrich our appreciation of jazz.
I love jazz because next to my kids, it's the love of my life.
I was first exposed to jazz by Joe Rico from a tiny station in Niagara Falls in 1954 when I was 13.
The best show I ever attended was Maynard Ferguson who blew the roof off Massey Hall in the late 50s.
My advice to new listeners is to listen to everything you can and then listen again.