Jazz Town

My name is Patch and I play the Trumpet.

The night we played in Little Rock this big Bruiser yelled at Pete, “What are doin’ up there makin’ out with this nice little white girl? We don’t cotton to no niggers makin’ out with our white girls.”

Pete yelled back, “If you had eyes in your head, you can tell I’m not a . . .” but before he could finish, this guy and his friends jumped on the stage and yanked Pete to his feet. Bedlam followed. I got lucky and ended up in jail instead of at the end of a rope.

Jazz Town tells the true-to-life story of music, sex and crime in an era and place famous for both: Kansas City.

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