Of course, it's fun to play with Blacks.
I played the trumpet a bit like a porker, I think.
Have you noticed with inflexible necessity of the me to insert itself between the sol which precedes it and the sol which follows it.
There are only two things love, all sorts of love, with pretty girls, and the music of New Orleans or Duke Ellington. Everything else ought to go, because everything else is ugly.
One ends up relying on pure musical inspiration, and failing that, the music won't lead to anything good, or it will alienate all but the most die-hard fans.
The three great moments of my life had to be the concerts of Ellington in 1938, Dizzy in '48, and Ella in '52.
The problem is the following, black music is increasing encumbered by white elements, often pleasant but always superfluous, easily and advantageously replaced with black elements.