Many social commentators refer to the 50s as empty years and a time of naiveté. They say little came out of the 50s. They speak as if returning to the 50s is something bad. For the most part those people are only repeating what they’ve heard from people who have not taken the time to really look.
This past week one of the creative geniuses of the 50s died, Dave Brubeck.
I recall laying awake at nights as a kid and listening to jazz radio stations from Chicago and New York. Brubeck was my favorite. To me it was not challenging music, but music that just brought you along. It took you some place else. It was music that gently eased you from one state of mind to another.
When I heard Brubeck I dreamed of walking a lonely street in Manhattan at two in the morning and coming across a jazz club with a basement entrance. I walk in and the place is nearly empty. Cigarette smoke hangs like fog over a waterfront. On a small stage is Brubeck at piano, a drummer, bassist, and saxophonists.
Here is probably one his most recognizable creations, Take Five. It is a complete social commentary on the 50s set to music. Enjoy.