Jazz is not Blues and Blues is not Jazz.......

'Jazz ain't Blues and Blues ain't Jass.......But I tell you what. If you cain't play the blues. You cain't play jass.' 

If we didn't have blues were sure wouldn't have jazz.

@oldhvymec,
You're on to something big bruh.

How's this, Country Western, Rock and Roll, Blues and Jazz were ALL born in the USA. They are bound to cross a few boundaries.
Wrong country for being a purest, ay?

If you think about it, one was born from the another, or branched and taken from another. It's not like Opera, Dixieland jazz, Bali, or Bagpipes, crossing lines... Just sayin, more alike than not...

The older I get the more I learn that the blues or any american music for that matter is a melting pot of all music that came before it. Even the indigenous music of the american indian had just as much effect on the creation of blues as any of the european and african music that is given more credit.

Even in New Orleans the black folks of the 1800's recognised that the indian population and people were treated even worse than the black man. And if that ain't the blues, I don't no what is.

Legend has it Charlie Patton, the so called father of Delta Mississippi blues was part Choctaw which had a profound effect on the music he was creating or should I say melting. I have learned to love Delta Mississippi music. Blues, french, spanish and indigenous indian and all. After all  Mississippi is a Choctaw word.   

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charley_Patton

It also shows blues pioneer Charley Patton, an early 20th Century Mississippi Delta guitarist of Choctaw and African-American ancestry, fused Native American rhythms with black music.

Co-director Catherine Bainbridge says the film presents a missing chapter in the history of American popular music.

https://www.insider.com/ap-pbs-films-tackles-native-american-links-to-rock-blues-jazz-2019-1

Blues in jazz is purely instrumental

Oh contraire, of Billie Holiday's Strange Fruit - I think about the 2nd time I 'really' heard it, I wanted to cry... 

And also I would like to say something about  the Blues that I've always considered fascinatingly contradictory of the art form itself?

Back in the days, in the country (south) when the shotgun house was on Saturday nights, turned into a little juke joint, that house was a jumping!

With one hell of a house party! The corn liquor was flowing and the catfish was frying! Imagine that, the blues making you happy! Just to be alive! Jumpin, bumpin and grinding! 

 

I know if I was born in an unpainted shotgun shack in the middle of nowhere, I would most certainly have the Blues.

Not really, you can't miss - what you never had.