Jazz according to John Cowper!

I heard as it were the noise of tom-tom saxophones as if it rose out of the very abyss of primordial vulgarity, life cheapening, sex-spoiling vulgarity, not just an ignorance, but an explosion of the brutal vulgarity of the terrestrial metals themselves, as if zinc and lead and iron and copper and flint and rock such as the bone of the planet is made of had got out of control and was going to kill off all the moss and grass and soil and lovely growing things that cover the surface - going to kill life itself and get back to the Big Bassoon of Matter, turned Vulgar and sour with a sulphurous behaviouristic metallic stench! (Letters to His Brother Llewelyn, 17 July 1926)