The Jazz Musicians Blouse
A Spiritual Experience.
An unmistakable sound rises above the city bluster. Smooth. Spiritual. Literally. It’s Coltrane’s “Spiritual” escaping the doors covered by the famous red awning.
“Whoever this guy is, he can play the sax,” I say to no one in particular (in New York you can talk to yourself on the street and nobody cares).
I descend the steps into the holy grail of Jazz clubs— the Village Vanguard, a room that nurtures sound, coddles it, then uses it as its own language to speak to you.
The hep cat on the sax I assumed (wrongly) was a guy, is a mid-20s woman. Too young to be playing Coltrane this well. I must learn her source of soulful wisdom.
I’m reminded that the Vanguard remains as it always was, a rite of passage for the Jazz musician. And she was definitely every bit of that.
The Jazz Musician’s Blouse (No. 5573). She had the nuances and finer notes down pat (and so did I). Accordion pleat on front bodice only, back bodice is smooth. Poly crepe fabric. 1 1/2” black grosgrain ribbon at waist. 3/4 sleeves with cuff and flat shank pearlized button. She wore it with a dark floral skirt; it’s a look and a sound I’ll never forget. Imported.