The synergy of instruments colliding in unison, what my cousin has expressed to be the ‘purest form of music’, is what I know as Jazz .
Jazz my love, oh how life is much easier to deal with when I press play and melodies begin to lay out a scenery for me that is more healing than it is leisure. You take the time to receive the thorns that plague my soul and chip them off so that the fragile layers of skin that lace around my emotional heart may begin to heal.
You hug my inner child just as a grandmother embracing her one and only granddaughter- bombarded with plenty of forehead and cheek kisses that numb every worry and any ounce of anxiety. You reassure me of my existence, using selective keys on the piano to serenade me with foundational affirmations.
The melodies stringing from the Bassist change the very look on my face, as I begin to comprehend it’s sound and it’s significance amid a crowd of other instrumentals taking charge- I always feel at home.
Andile Yenana- Dream Walker. One of many art pieces in the form of jazz music that have pulled at my heart , and had taken the time to confront me of past memories that hold significant weight. Particularly that of my Dad lounging on the sofa- alone in a room that was silent enough to make his burdens loud and rattling. I stood as toddler, curious in the room, observing his spirit that laid burdened in his flesh. His eyes are closed , arms crossed over his chest, head laid back and Jazz is playing in the background causing vibrations in the window sills.
That moment to this day feels like a ton of bricks laying imbalanced on my chest. I got to witness Jazz hold a therapy session with a man who not for a day expressed what troubled his mind and his soul. I watched Jazz dissect his being whilst loving on him more than what my cuddles with him could do. I watched Jazz confront his inner-child and the traumas he bore from when he was a young boy. I watched Jazz question him, challenge him, frustrated by the unexpected riffs of the vocalist challenging the saxophonist doing his runs with the rest of the band… what honestly sounded like beautiful chaos. I guess there were sections to the song that he could relate to… that he could somewhat resonate with.
I shed a tear as I listened to Dream Walker, for it reminded me that I too in the midst of my worries, struggles and depths of sadness am just as seen as my dad was. That Jazz is here to carry me high into the glory of the heavenlies , and pull me down low into the dark valley streams- and yet with either of the locations, Jazz will take the time to love on me, heal me and affirm me.
You say Jazz music is golden, I say… Jazz music is Godly. ❤️
How does Jazz music make you feel?
Voting ended onMar 18, 2025