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"Racy scholarship does the Grizzly Bear here with theoretical rigor." —William Lhamon, author of Raising Cain
Everybody’s Doin’ It is the eye-opening story of popular music’s seventy-year rise in the brothels, dance halls, and dives of New York City. It traces the birth of popular music, including ragtime and jazz, to convivial meeting places for sex, drink, music, and dance. Whether coming from a single piano player or a small band, live music was a nightly feature in New York’s spirited dives, where men and women, often black and white, mingled freely—to the horror of the elite.
This rollicking demimonde drove the development of an energetic dance music that would soon span the world. The Virginia Minstrels, Juba, Stephen Foster, Irving Berlin and his hit “Alexander’s Ragtime Band,” and the Original Dixieland Jass Band all played a part in popularizing startling new sounds.
Musicologist Dale Cockrell recreates this ephemeral underground world by mining tabloids, newspapers, court records of police busts, lurid exposés, journals, and the reports of undercover detectives working for social-reform organizations, who were sent in to gather evidence against such low-life places. Everybody’s Doin’ It illuminates the how, why, and where of America’s popular music and its buoyant journey from the dangerous Five Points of downtown to the interracial black and tans of Harlem.
285 pages, Kindle Edition
Published August 13, 2019
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter. — John KeatsIf Keats is right, then the music Dale Cockrell introduces us to here—as raucous, untutored, and wild as it may have been—must be the sweetest of all.
[Y]ou may imagine that the music of Dicken’s Place is of no ordinary kind. You cannot see the red-hot knitting needles spirited out by the red-faced trumpeter, who looks precisely as if he were blowing glass, which needles aforesaid penetrating the tympanum, pierce through and through your brain without remorse. Nor can you percieve the frightful mechanical contortions of the base drummer as he sweats and deals his blows on evey side, in all violation of the laws of rhythm, like a man beating a balky mule and showing his blows upon the unfortunate animal, now on this side, now on that.Now, how’s that for sweet unheard music?