Picture this: On street corners across America, a few musicians gather here, a few there . . . a brassy riff starts drifting, lilting above city thoroughfares and suburban byways . . . a swell of drums tumbling, trumpets crooning, basses thumping, saxophones wailing. As the thrum reaches a melancholy crescendo, the air itself becomes steeped in a deep blue revolutionary hue.
The sound implores you to give in to its evolving, swirling pull . . . to respond, to step out, trust your instincts — and act.
It's the sound of jazz: bold, soulful, joyous, collaborative, improvisational. And, with a bit of luck, it's going to swallow up the whole country for 50 days, starting this Thursday, September 17th — and remind it of the revolutionary mettle that it's made of.
Bring courage and wits — and your musical chops — to a street corner near you . . . and to pop-up sieges in front of federal buildings across the nation . . . and as the election approaches, to the White House in Washington, D.C.
America doesn't know what it's about to hear.
See (and hear) you . . . from September 17th through to Election Day.
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