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Horizons: Jazz in 1984
small groups will still continue in night clubs or do you think it will move entirely into the concert field and festivals?
Well, I consider in effect that it's in the concert field already. The best night clubs in which jazz is being played now are not dance spots, and the accent actually is on listening more than drinking, dancing or anything else, so it could just as well be called a concert hall. You take a place like the Blue Note in Chicago. Frank Holzfeind operates this place with the same dignity as the Metropolitan Opera House. You come there to listen. If you don't want to listen, you offend him.
Do you think there will be music that will be recognized as the same kind of music that is being played today in the name of jazz regardless of whether you want to categorize it or not?
Sure there will. Jazz has been growing up all the time, you know. It's becoming more and more mature, which is the cop-out I usually employ for my own personal things. I'm often accused of not being myself, when somebody hears a record of something I wrote in 1927 and they come back in 1957 and expect me to be writing the same thing. That's ridiculous, because all children grow up, you know. If your mind stands still, you have no busi­ness writing in the first place. If you have no aims, nothing to say, then you have a stagnant mind.
That brings up another point. Do you think things like Dixie­land will survive? In 1984 will they still be playing Royal Garden Blues and Muskrat Ramble?
Sure they will. You can go back farther than that: they're still playing I Wish I Was In Dixie. People are always looking for something to hold onto for the purposes of nostalgia; good old homespun ideas are well supported by going back 20, 50, 100 years. The old days were always the good old days—that's a cliche* from way back—no matter how good it is today. I have seen guys who are living at the highest level, who 11 be sitting back and sippin' out of their golden goblets and refer to the time when they were walkin Broadway in the hot summertime with­out a nickel for a glass of Nedick's, and yet they'll say, "Man, those were the good old daysl"
Do you think there'll be orchestras of the same size and