If an alien were to land on planet Earth, knock on my door and ask me, “PUNY HUMAN, WHAT IS JAZZ?”, first I would temporarily pass out, then once recovered I’d play him Saxophone Colossus by Sonny Rollins, and more specifically the opening track St. Thomas. For me it’s the very definition of jazz; a recognisable standard with just the right amount of improvisation, nothing too abstract, and with faultless interplay between the four musicians (which of course is the perfect amount). Finger-clickingly cool and swinging as heck too, it does something to me that no other music seems to.
Speaking as a relative jazz newb, I reckon that the average Joe would also want to suggest something similar. I believe that hard bop is the sound that a lot of folks would most associate with the word ‘jazz’, even if they’d never heard the term and thought that hard bop is something you might do at the disco.
So, what piece of music to you is the very definition, the epitome, of jazz? And why?

I think this might be my next answer to the little green man, if he pushed me for a second choice.
*parp*
I would point you to the Afterword Jazzcast podcast – the thread has a handy AW approved Spotify playlist!
Back to the OP, I think this…
Ah yes, an actual chart hit I believe.
I actually have the single. My Dad bought it!
That was my first thought too, if it helps.
For me, it’s this. ‘Caravan’ by Errol Garner.
It’s got the lot. Accessible, melodic, funky, schwingin’ baby!
He establishes the theme and melody and the from 1:18 on he launches into the improvisational stratosphere. Breathtakingly inventive
Oh yeah, baby!
The parent album is something of a car boot classic.
This Alien would breathe Jazz.
Hard Bop is definitely my thing
Love this.
Not a jazz buff by any means but Chet Baker, baby…
One of the few guys who could rock the short sleeved shirt.
I’d be inclined to go to the source of the river.
Parp!
I don’t know much about jazz, but I’d probably go for one of the genre’s recognised greats, like Sting before he got even worse, or early The Style Council.
It’s a good job you’re so devastatingly handsome, Gary.
Now quite old hat (hah!), but astonishing at the time:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ae0nwSv6cTU
I bought this album in a charity shop during the summer. A couple of tracks I found a bit smooth/muzak-ish, but this one’s a belter.
Teen Town is bostin’. It’s wacko Jaco!!
Probably covers most of jazz history in 18 mins – raggedy old gospel start…sublime tuneful soulfulness for a few minutes before going off into a free form racket for a lengthy spell before finding its way back to the tune. Not sure it’d gain many fans mind.
Crivens.
For me, it’s Salsa de Santa Rosa by Quintessence (no, not that one). It has a good tune, which doesn’t hurt, and grooves all the way through. The band play the main theme together, then each gets a turn at soloing, improvising on the tune. And doing it very well. Then they seamlessly come back together to play the main theme again. So, as a one stop illustration of everything I like about jazz, this is it:
Ooh, me likey.
Oh, and extra points for showing your workings.
Ha ha thanks. It’s a little gem that deserves to be better known
Miles did it all, of course (some more detail in the podcast). The first album to play to the alien has to be Kind Of Blue, which is modal.
John Coltrane was the master of modal jazz. Try Chasin’ The Trane.
I’ve not heard the Milescast yet but it’s on my list.
Slightly less scary, from the same album – one of my favourite jazz tracks…till Trane comes in anyway. He’s playing soprano not tenor as in the picture…
“…one of my favourite jazz tracks…till Trane comes in anyway.”
Eh? He’s magnificent!
I mean it’s not scary till he comes in! Syntax failure!
Should read…
Slightly less scary, from the same album, till Trane comes in anyway – one of my favourite jazz tracks. He’s playing soprano not tenor as in the picture…
That makes more sense. Am happy to share half of the blame though, since I replied at a quarter to three in the morning.
I don’t believe you really like Frank Sinatra.
Normally, I’d be recommending 70s Miles and the SME….but if the alien had eyes with which to weep, I’d also suggest this as jazz – sophisticated, sensual, melancholy…
Pure class.
Two great masters…Mingus with one of the greatest jazz toons ever:
https://youtu.be/5IsNHDuwJrM
And Monk, giving Don’t Blame Me a good kicking:
I really need to get that Mingus album. It’s cheap as chips on CD but I’m hoping to run into one in a chazza or something.
Well, Mr Alien – you have journeyed far and you want to listen to Jazz? If you really insist I point you to Kind of Blue and Early Ella which are both brilliant beyond compare. However I have several friends who would insist with a vehemence known only to fanatics that neither is remotely “Jazz”. They will lead you to a small smoky club where four guys will noodle and noodle and noodle for hours and hours and hours. Every so often the audience will applaud when one of the players accidentally remembers the tune. At that point a 2000 Light Years trip back home suddenly seems highly attractive
Tell you what, howsabout I play you some Country? We’ll have a few beers, maybe fire up the Barbie and put all that Jazz nonsense behind us. Let’s start with some Hank and see where that leads to. You can tell the folks back home they’d better get ready to have some fun….
YOU-WILL-BE-DELETED
Sorry, can’t hear for all that dreadful noise behind you. Me and my best friend Mr Alien have just drawn up The First Law of Jazz – “First person who starts improvising gets a slap round the head”
Be bop…
Remember the Steely Dan history of the world – “dawn of time, fire discovered, wheel invented, Charlie Parker born. It’s been downhill ever since”.
I think I would have to explain it with vibes, an instrument near unique to jazz (sorry, Poli Palmer) and so less likely to confuse the poor alien with horns and brass, bass, drums and guitars, spread across so many genres. So here, martians and venusians, have some Gary:
Love Mr Burton, and vibes is one of my favourite sounds. I’ve a nice still sealed Milt Jackson CD sitting in my to-play pile from Sunday’s booting. Perhaps the little green man will dig it.
One of my fave vibes tracks, again noob friendly – I love the turnarounds at the end of each verse eg at 1.44. Given the song title, it’s well jiggy.
Nice mellow stuff. Great piano solo too.
While we’re in a mellow mood:
(Thad Jones – April In Paris)
With a brilliant little musical joke as he steps up a bit going into the solo.
For a decent live sound the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra do a good turn.
Here they are in Harrogate. No-one seems sure why.
https://youtu.be/MvOB8fmYGBU
The first jazz record I bought was Eric Dolphy’s Out to Lunch. Prog, like it did for so many, opened me up to the idea of listening to all sorts of music. So, I thought I’d try jazz and I think it was Richard Williams in the Melody Maker who said it was one of the best all-time jazz albums. So, I ordered it from Weston Hart in Gosport without any idea at all of what it what it sound like, and it turned up two weeks later. And I’d heard nothing like it and even forty years later it is probably my favourite all time jazz album, even edging out Monk, Mingus and Miles.
As an introduction to jazz? Well, my friends have been living in South India, and have it on iTunes, and their visitors, Indian or foreign, all seem to like it, and think it’s like nothing they have heard.
(By the way, when people talk about music critics, I think Richard Williams is often missed out – I can’t think of anything he recommended that wasn’t at least worth hearing.)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ln8naZpOJ0o
Fabulous record!
That’s one heck of a first jazz album!
“I like the idea of rock music, but I’ve no idea what it sounds like. I think I’ll start out by buying this thing called Trout Mask Replica/Hex Enduction Hour/The Faust Tapes”
Oh. All these years, I’ve been wrongly categorising Trout Mask Replica as Jazz.
Well, it has a six-toed foot in both camps, as does Faust. Hex is almost a hip-hop album.
Not to me. Very weird, but none of the academic discipline jazz has (once you get beyond the early days).
@david-kendal
Weston Hart?! Not Rumbelows? (or later J Records or Gosport Records)?
I think it was, the classic furniture shop with a record department up a few stairs at the back. What was the name of that second hand record shop at the end of Bemisters Lane, where you coud offload that copy of Blodwyn Pigs Ahead Rings Out which your mate Phil had persuaded you to buy so he could tape it? Didn’t one of the ex-members of Gentle Giant later have a gift shop round there? And Hugs the jewellers round the corner, family of Mike Hug of Manfred Mann fame, (Drifts off into Proustian reverie.)
Here, have a spare g, I’ve got plenty.
I will show my true Gosport roots, by knowing that Hug is the correct spelling – it is Hug’s the Jewellers. I think Mike must have added the extra G.
Gosport, famously namechecked repeatedly in Primal Scream’s Come Together.
“Gosport… Gosport.. Gosport…”
Is The Vine still there? I used to drink in there with my mates Ian Eagon and Martin (surname gone in the mists) when I briefly had a girlfriend (ah, Caroline) in Gosport many moons ago.
I left in the late seventies, but still go down there to see relatives, so I’m not sure. It was closed for some years, but I think it was refurbished and opened up again.
This is of limited interest but I’ve just remembered that Mike Hug(g) released a couple of solo albums, one of which had a nostalgic song on it called Blue Suede Shoes Again which lists a lot of specific places in Gosport, like the bay, Privett Road and The Village Home. I wonder if this is what got him hired to write the theme tune to Whatever Happened to the Likely lads, which has a similar feel.
Lawd – The Village Home….
Blimey I never knew that about Hug’s (nice punctuation) Rocking connections, Not sure of a second-hand shop in Bemister’s lane – can only think of a Christian bookshop and a curry house.
Weston Hart I only vaguely, it had listening booths I think – but my peak buying there (early 80s) was Rumbelows, Littlewoods and Woolworths for new and J records for second hand.
A long-term favourite
(Oliver Nelson – Stolen Moments)
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This too
(Kenny Burrell – Midnight Blue)
Both gorgeous.
Not heard Nelson before, very nice. Burrell is the man. 😎
The Nelson was the model for the horns on”Aja”. Just sayin’.
Was hoping this might stay a Dan-free zone, but I should have known better 🙂
Another Nelson that’s a favourite of mine…
Some tasty Jeff Beck, playing some tasty Mahavishnu jazzzzzz….
Waargh.
I quite agree.
This, OTOH, is in a non-standard time signature, but it can’t be prog because it doesn’t rock out and for about 50% of it Jeff doesn’t play his guitar at all, letting the keyboard player do his thing over a George Martin string arrangement, on an exquisite tune by Bernie Holland. S’pose it must be jazz.
For me, not jazz. No extended harmony. Good complex rock. Beck used it as a warm up exercise and they thought it was cool so turned it into an instrumental.
The one you’re thinking of that started off as a warm up exercise, to get his fingers moving fast, is Scatterbrain. Max Middleton heard him playing the exercise before a session started and joined in on it. Then George Martin suggested that they use it.
Ah yes, you’re right. Still not jazz though. 🙂
This is just out of this world….particularly Joe Zawinul, sounding spacey in the same year that he played with Miles’ Silent Way band…..
Shirley, A Love Supreme deserves inclusion here. A majestic example that no extraterrestrial could fail to appreciate
Two superlative live albums. First, the Duke
And then the Bill Evans Trio at the Village Vanguard. Bliss
I’m going to quit replying to each comment now, lest I be accused of hamper-fixing, but I’m enjoying all of your suggestions for “the very definition of jazz”. Except for Jeff bleedin’ Beck of course.
And Sting.
Aside from the Coltrane, Miles and Charlie Parker recomemndations above, a couple that come to mind…..
Bill Evans / Waltz for Debby
or for something a little more modern, can’t beat Snarky Puppy / Lingus. This is a fabulous video – musicians at the top of their game, complimenting each other perfectly.
Oh – almost forgot – can’t go wrong with Go Go Penguin for more modern stuff
How about some Monty Alexander? If the definition of jazz is to take a tune, turn it upside down, stretch it out and funk it up, he’s yer man.
Exodus:
Most agreeable. All sorts going on in there too, including Land Of 1,000 Dances.
Attention Mods:
Is there a way to pin the following notice to the start of this thread please?
WARNING! Do not read this thread unless you have recently either won, stolen, found or inherited a WAD OF CASH.
Here’s a conundrum for you physicists to unravel. Is it scientifically possible to buy a Rudy Van Gelder production that isn’t fabulous?
You already know. No.
Haven’t heard one yet that’s less than brilliant.
This.
And this…
Nice to see you Pencil!
Seconded!
A friend once memorably described Gerry Mulligan as “Albert Steptoe standing behind an oil refinery”.
His work with Paul Desmond is superlative. Beauty and the beast, indeed.
A slightly less ‘classic’ take – swings (slowly..) and builds
The track that every cool person in the world will immediately recognise:
Am surprised this has only just been suggested. I even noticed this being used as incidental music on an episode of Morse once.
You clearly didn’t read the words in my post!
Now, go and listen to the Milescast again to hear how wonderful we think this album is.
Sorry Tigger! I had a very rough night, so my brain (such as it is) is all over the place today.
Not sure my nerves could take a second listen to the Milescast so soon.
Point of order: isn’t this exactly what doesn’t need talking about? Yeah, we all know by now that it’s rather good. Like when the telly talks about FC Barcelona, they can’t shut up about Messi. Well he’s exactly the one we all (?) don’t want to hear about, again and again and again. Enough already. Tell us something else.
Is the jazzcast still worth listening to?
Pet peeve, not really being grumpy, just counter-intuitive. 😉
There is a Jazzcast, a Coltranecast & a Milescast. Take your pick.
And they are all worth listening to! 🙂 But if you mean is the Milescast all about “Kind of blue”, the answer is no it’s not. It talks about it of course, but plenty of other Milesy stuff too.
Haven’t seen very much big band action here.
(Count Basie – Corner Pocket-Stockholm 1962)
Jamie Cullum? Jane McDonald? Kenny G? Candy Dulfer?
All available for bargain prices in your local chazza.
In fact, I have four – yes, count ’em, four! – Kenny G albums you can have for nowt.
Haven’t you binned those yet Steve?
The Alien has just left my place, a little worse for wear I have to say. He really tried to read this thread, he really did, but all he could manage was “Yeah but where’s the choon?” He’s going home with some Hank and some Emmylou and, bit of a surprise I must admit, a whole heap of Gene Vincent.
The choon is usually there – just a bit less obvious Lodes.
Don’t do less obvious, I am from Aberdeen
Can’t wait to get hold of my jazz hamper.
Guaranteed you’ll be the belle of the Afterword Hamper-Winners Ball in the enclosed beret, stick-on goatee, duffle coat, baggy corduroys and sandals (with socks).
I’ve got a jazz hamper. It contains… well, do I need to tell you?
All is Jazz. Think about it. The soundtrack of the 8th day when shit got busy.
Funny, my feelings ’bout Jazz. There are some bits of music on here that are absolutely peerless, magnificent. There are whole drifts of self-indulgent dross that you couldn’t pay me to listen to. But then again, if Mr Alien asked “What is Rock?” I would obviously reply “Bruce” but then somebody else would say “Abba” and yet another fool would cite some prog nonsense like Caravan.
So my new answer to our interstellar visitor would be “I don’t know what Jazz is and neither does anybody else , you weird fucking Alien you”
Bit racist.
Say it like it is I say. Tigger is too polite and you are just too damn handsome
It was your casual besmirching of the alien that I found distasteful and unwarranted. Your views on jazz are spot on.
I’m thinking lover boy that like Mini you have been aboard the Alien’s mighty spaceship?
So pretty much like every style of music then.
Yup. That’s why he is a weird fucking alien and we should send him home right now, coming to our planet and seducing all our women just cos he’s got lots of money and an enormous spaceship (mind you it is big)
Stereotypes. Lazy stereotypes. Just cos the alien in that Spielberg documentary had a massive one.
Dude, Debbie Does Tralfamadore is not a documentary.
Mini celebrates her century by taking her top off and waving to the crowd. Gary faints
Waving what?
Not waving, but parping
Given that rock music is universal (probably more so than Jazz) perhaps our little green friend (at the risk of being ‘Alienist’), may be swayed by a piece of jazz with a more contemporary feel. Little green people, I suggest a remedy courtesy of Dr John.
One perfectly adequate answer to “What is jazz?” is…
Zooobooodooo BAAAAboooo, booodleee beee beeep baaaap aroonie ∞
Another of my faves – a Barney Kessell album I picked up in a chazza when chazzas were all I could afford. The opening track, a take on “Laura” is fabbo. Barney does the solo jazz guitar thing as an intro and at 2′ the rhythm section kicks in and it’s just glorious.
https://youtu.be/sOoI7v3Zcc4
Not only for aliens but anybody interested in Great Black Music: it’s the Art Ensemble of Chicago.
Good in the studio – Dreaming Of The Master, well in the tradition
But you also need to see the band in action, a bit challenging (but then, Jazz is)
Ah, Declan Declan, why did you leave it so late? All we needed was the word “challenging” and Mr Alien would have understood immediately. Still, he got to see Mini with her top off and she got to see his spaceship.
ps if I showed that last clip to Mrs W it would confirm her sane, reasoned and unbiased view on jazz. She would start of with the words “unlistenable tosh” before things got really ugly. She’d have calmed down by next Tuesday…
Are they tartan, her cloth ears?
She’s a Brighton girl with a fearsome left hook. You have just been placed on a very long list. Mind you, whisper it when she’s having a shower, her favourite record is Rumours so perhaps I’ll give Chicago Nice Guys another listen. Who am I kidding, I like my life down here so why endanger it or my fragile body, no fury like the wrath of a slighted woman or a woman who knows tosh when she hears it
You’re a very playful man, Loads, some genuinely LOL moments on this thread alone. Challenging was actually only having the nerve to click on a 37 minute piece (which you clearly didn’t) and establish something like, oh this “Jazz” stuff is not chaotic/noisy/squally/shrieky/skronky at all, but calm/peaceful/intense, so my “unlistenable tosh” stereotype is (often, I’ll grant you) just that, a stereotype. And saying the missus wouldn’t countenance it is no excuse! Try her! 😉
Do give Nice Guys another listen, though, and People In Sorrow, that’s a very quiet intense one, and afterwards, if your brain is smokin’, there’s always those lovely Cowboy Junkies to balance things out again. Music, eh? Fab.
That’s what the Alien is getting to hear too. Let’s hope he doesn’t start in with, ah y’know, Mrs Alien might not like..blah blah etc. Wonder if she’s even, y’know, got a top. Never mind to take off. 😉
Albert Ayler doing that old chestnut “Summertime”.
That’s the one.
Yes, that’s the one.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Id6N30MuII
I had to switch this off, Duc, it was worrying Dottie. I think she thought there was a giant mouse somewhere loose in the room.
“Doing” or “doing-in”?
Oh dear. My hamper has been delivered, but they’ve sent the World Music one by mistake. Mods!
Mini, I will try to relate this gently, but your panpipes hamper is a known ruse.
You see, there is an old adage that if you want to rile or upset someone with a gift, you buy them a copy of The Best of Panpipes 3 on the assumption that their taste in music is so awful they are already likely to own The Best of 1 and 2. Sorry.
Haha!
There’s been a “Pan Pipes Play The Beatles” CD languishing in a local chazza for some time. No-one as yet has been brave enough to take the plunge.
Don’t do it Mini, don’t do it.
Apparently it’s even better than The Pan Pipes Play The Greatest Hits of Daniel O’Donnell.
Step away from the pan pipes, Mini.
To take your mind off the pan pipes, @minibreakfast, here’s some old. This popped up on the shuffle today, and the resultant finger-poppin’ could have caused a nasty accident, being as how I was driving to Sainsbury’s at the time. It’s the ineffably hip and effortlessly cool Mr Slim Gaillard being quite brilliantly inventive on Blue Skies. Now you has jazz…
Most agreeable, Mike, most agreeable.
I have only four words to say about Slim: Bip bap scootie oroonie.
MacVouty.
Stop me if you’ve heard this before, but I had a contract with Slim to publish his autobiography, but he died before he really got going on it. He was going to teach me to play the piano like this too, though with my stubby sausage fingers that get stuck between the black keys I doubt I’d have got very far. 🙁
The last record he made was with the My Definition of a Boombastic Jazz Style Hitmakers, the Dream Warriors. It wasn’t very good.
No it wasn’t, was it?
Everything is starting to swing….
(Soft Machine – Dedicated To You But You Weren’t Listening)
Best jazz album of the last year (recorded 13 years ago though)? Look no further than this, with this epic in particular
One of my favourite jazz albums is by the Clark Tracy Quintet, from the 80s. He’s son of Stan in case you’re wondering. They’re all young punchy Brits. This is the eponymous title track and features a young Guy Barker.
Clark Tracey runs the Herts Jazz Club, currently meeting in St. Albans, in the rather soulless (to my mind) Maltings Arts Theatre. Saw a superb solo gig by pianist Zoe Rahman there earlier this year.
Friendly people and a pretty good lineup for their new season, I think.
http://hertsjazz.co.uk/current-season
Saw him there years ago with his missus of the time Tina May.
The jazz I like is either from New Orleans and/or made for dancing.
Horace Silver – Song for my Father does it for me. Deceptively simple and very accessible.
On the mellow side, Roland Kirk’s Funk Underneath:
and Art Pepper’s Las Cuevas De Mario:
This is a very good album from last year.