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Mom was literally rattled from the mill by his uncompromising energy. They broke the snare of the silk to make their own music, the music of jazz and swing. Failure was everywhere. There was failure of churches and state to stem fascism. Everywhere - pestilence. There was a global war coming - no uncertainty about that. There was failure of government, failure of law, failure of business, failure of farms. Failure. There was failure of failure. There was jazz. Life feeds on energy. Jazz was energy. Jazz was the call to arms against despair and failure. It spoke more clearly than any oration, " We live!" and it's vibrancy ripping at convention planted a huge flag on the tallest mount of public awareness. The flag read, "Watch out you bastards! WE THE PEOPLE own this place! We make the rules! And we are going to cut your balls off!" There was an awakening to a realization that the captains of industry were sailing on waters owned by the people, WE THE PEOPLE. The only rules are rules tolerated by us - the people. Law was only law if WE THE PEOPLE allow it to be. Nation of laws not men? My ass! Jazz raised the war cry, "Fuck your laws! Fuck your economic gods! WE live. WE breathe. And WE aren't bowing to ass-holes in silk!" The gauntlet was tossed. Jazz WAS the gauntlet. And the people discovered that law, law of men, in harmony and in sync with life, could become jazz - beautiful and just. Balanced. A nation of balance, not of the piss ass laws of the haves sucking blood from the have nots, enshrinements of cannibalism as legality. Screw your pretense! Gimme the beat. Life! Liberty! Pursuit of happiness! What's unclear about that? Maria, the awe of the many musicians that her family produced, piano prodigy, Maria could play anything in any style, in any mood that hit her. What a metamorphosis