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Dangerous Rhythms
T. J. English
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Description
From T. J. English, theNew York Timesbestselling author ofHavana Nocturne, comes the epic, scintillating narrative of the interconnected worlds of jazz and organized crime in 20thcentury America."e;[A] brilliant and courageous book."e; Dr. Cornel WestDangerous Rhythmstells the symbiotic story of jazz and the underworld: a relationship fostered in some of 20th century Americas most notorious vice districts. For the first half of the century mobsters and musicians enjoyed a mutually beneficial partnership. By offering artists like Louis Armstrong, Earl Fatha Hines, Fats Waller, Duke Ellington, Billie Holiday, Lena Horne, and Ella Fitzgerald a stage, the mob, including major players Al Capone, Meyer Lansky, and Charlie Lucky Luciano, provided opportunities that would not otherwise have existed.Even so, at the heart of this relationship was a festering racial inequity. The musicians were mostly African American, and the clubs and means of production were owned by white men. It was a glorified plantation system that, over time, would find itself out of tune with an emerging Civil Rights movement. Some artists, including Louis Armstrong, believed they were safer and more likely to be paid fairly if they worked in protected joints. Others believed that playing in venues outside mob rule would make it easier to have control over their careers.Through Englishs voluminous research and keen narrative skills,Dangerous Rhythmsreveals this deeply fascinating slice of American history in all its sordid glory.
