The White Supremacist's Swing that is Not King.

Briefly I watched today a Youtube video of a B list jazz pianist giving a lesson to a student.  I heard this musician live in Raleigh, North Carolina back in the day at the Frog and Nightgown.  He was the pianist for a notable A list saxophonist.  He was impressive, but I remember he didn't swing.  The topic of his instructional video upon which I happened today including the concept of "swing."  I do not want to open pandora's box at this juncture in my evening.  I know what swing is.  Swing is what swing does.  It is tangible, and it is the discernible quality that makes or breaks a jazz artist.  You can feel it.  Most of the music today we hear has no real feeling.  America no longer is set up for that.  Musicians exchange files, download beats, and collaborate.  They do not stuff into a three track studio in Motortown and play live.  They do not engage in the process that created artistic American music.  The likes of Stax Records, Muscle Shoals, and Motown are dead.  Apple, Google, and the rest vie for control of the music industry.  Ho hum.  Stupid is as stupid does.  Hal Galper was _______.  It to me was alarming.  What he was telling his student was incomprehensible.  Time after time he told the student to change from quarter notes to eight notes, and although the student pretended to understand and do what he asked, he continued to play the bebop scale in eighth notes.  None of the things he was attempting to teach became evident in the students playing.  The only thing that happened was a slight change in legato when the internal pulse upon which they relied to play time changed from quarter notes to half notes.  Brazilian music is notated in 2/4 time, and this is important.  Finding the broader beats upon which to rely while counting also is important.  It dawned upon me that his understanding and thus concept of "swing" is what I call "pop."  He even suggested that most traditional jazz pianists tap their foot on one and three!  One and three!  I stopped watching, and I must digress.  Here is a working jazz pianist telling a student to tap his foot on one and three, because they are the weak beats, the beats that don't swing.  All righty then.  Herein lies my grift with America.  There is a force truly that does not understand the feeling of Swing (Wynton Marsalis) and is functioning in a public capacity as a purveyor of America's one true art form.   Truly we have become a failure of a nation or more accurately the social media of Capitalism.