Artistry of the Jazz Horn, She Declares
Jazzmeia received at birth
Diamonds and flowers as her crown.
They grew from earth, rose from rivers,
Heralding how she was to strive.
She fulfilled intuitions.
She was not large, but titanic
As a regular volcano and Bird of Song,
Choosing boots, regal wraps, gems like Planets
The more Jazzmeia learned,
The surer was her mission.
South Dallas nurtured her--oh,
Community did what it will
Do to imbue inheritors
With a legacy of luminaries
Household, neighborhood, and far as
The highest Concert Halls.
A star is born, but then becomes
Her or his destiny through hel’la
Lot of Werke--hours each day
Over years and decades from roots and Rib
So that singing--and songs were never work--
Is like breath, water, and a range
Through heart's desire of wielding fire--
FIRE there beneath the Rib,
Pool and flame from the well of womb,
Charts simply manifest for skills and Spirits' journey.
We have IT from Jazzmeia now--
The whole package!—
Sinuous, dynamic, cascading scats of 16th-notes,
Digging deep as Tuvan and turbans
In her guttural percussion,
Digging deep as Africans may anguish
In one weeping Willow,
Stamping her feet, kicking her heels, opening doors,
Flashing charms both nubile and wise,
Giving IT back, Giving IT out,
A Continuum embodied
Who knows where, more and how
Except surely forward
In her year named 30, Jazzmeia Horn!
Don Paul, March 26, 2022;
first pass March 24
after hearing and seeing Jazzmeia and Trio
of Ryan Hanseler, Amina Scott and Gerald Watkins,
Jazz at the Sandbar in New Orleans, March 23.