By bas meijers
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April 2, 2025
There was a time when jazz filled my days—when a well-placed horn solo or a smoky bass line felt like a conversation between soul and sky. It wasn’t just music. It was movement, emotion, prayer without words. But somewhere along the path, I let it go. As I became more serious about my faith, I started questioning everything I consumed. Like many Muslims navigating their journey, I came across debates around music: is it haram? Is it a distraction? Does it serve the ego more than the soul? These questions echoed loud enough to drown out my jazz collection. Slowly, I stopped listening—not out of conviction, but out of uncertainty. But silence has its own way of inviting reflection. And in that quiet space, I began to wonder: Was I really abandoning something harmful… or something sacred? That question led me down a path I hadn’t expected—a deep dive into the history of jazz, and more specifically, the legacy of Muslim jazz musicians. What I found was both humbling and inspiring. This post is a tribute to those artists. To the ones who found God in rhythm, who made space for both saxophones and sujood, who turned improvisation into a kind of worship. It’s also an invitation—to look again at what we consider spiritual, and to remember that the soul doesn’t always speak in words. Sometimes, it swings. The Historical Connection: Islam & Jazz in the 20th Century To understand why so many jazz musicians embraced Islam, you have to step into the rhythm of the 1940s and beyond—when segregation still choked the streets of America, and Black artists were carving out space for identity, dignity, and soul. For many, jazz was already more than music. It was resistance. It was expression when the world tried to silence you. But something else was happening beneath the surface—a spiritual hunger. Amidst the chaos of racial injustice and the shallowness of fame, Islam offered something deeper: discipline, brotherhood, and a direct line to God. The Nation of Islam and the Ahmadiyya movement were especially influential during that time. These weren’t just fringe ideas—they were lifelines for Black men and women who had been denied their humanity by dominant Western systems. Islam gave them new names, new purpose, and a language of peace that matched the purity they longed to hear in their music. Artists like Art Blakey, Yusef Lateef, and Ahmad Jamal weren’t just converting—they were transforming. Their spirituality didn’t compete with their music; it sharpened it. You could hear it in the way they played—intentional, contemplative, soulful. In many ways, jazz and Islam were a perfect match. Both rely on improvisation within structure. Both ask you to listen closely. Both demand sincerity. In a time when the world treated Black identity like noise, Islam and jazz together became a symphony of self-respect. Art Blakey (Abdullah Ibn Buhaina): The Beat Behind the Belief When Art Blakey sat behind a drum kit, it wasn’t just about rhythm—it was about revelation. Every hit, every roll, every explosive solo felt like a heartbeat echoing with purpose. He wasn’t just playing jazz. He was preaching through it. Born in 1919 in Pittsburgh, Blakey came up in the golden era of jazz, and by the 1940s, he was already a force. But in 1947, a trip to West Africa changed everything. While touring with the legendary Billy Eckstine Band, Blakey spent time in Nigeria and Ghana, and it was there that he embraced Islam—taking the name : Abdullah Ibn Buhaina. Blakey didn’t talk much about the details of his conversion, but those close to him said Islam brought him a kind of grounding he hadn’t known before. In a world where Black artists were often exploited, Islam gave him dignity. In an industry known for chaos, it gave him order. And yet, Blakey didn’t separate his faith from his music. He poured it into his work—especially through his legendary group, The Jazz Messengers. That band wasn’t just a showcase of talent; it was a training ground, a spiritual school for generations of musicians who would go on to change jazz forever. Under Blakey’s leadership, The Jazz Messengers became a sanctuary of sorts. He held his players to high standards—not just musically, but ethically. Many say he was like an elder, guiding younger musicians not just through chord changes, but through life. Blakey himself once said : Music washes away the dust of everyday life. And for him, that dust included racism, injustice, spiritual restlessness—the grime of a world that too often forgot God. His drumming was thunderous, but it came from a place of calm. A place of faith. So when we talk about jazz as a spiritual path, we have to start with Art Blakey. Not just because he was a genius behind the drums, but because he showed us what it looks like when rhythm becomes remembrance—when belief lives in the beat. Yusef Lateef: The Seeker of Sound and Spirit If Art Blakey brought Islam to the drum kit, Yusef Lateef brought it to the cosmos. Born William Emanuel Huddleston in Chattanooga, Tennessee in 1920, Lateef was already a gifted musician by his teens. But it was in 1948 that he embraced Islam and took the name that would become iconic in both jazz and spiritual circles: Yusef Lateef. What set Lateef apart wasn’t just his skill—though he was a master of the tenor sax, flute, oboe, bassoon, and more—it was his relentless curiosity. He didn’t see jazz as a fixed form. To him, it was a vessel. A way to explore culture, history, and the divine. Lateef was one of the first jazz musicians to openly and intentionally incorporate non-Western instruments and scales into his music. He drew from Middle Eastern maqams, Asian folk traditions, African rhythms, and—crucially—Islamic spiritual concepts. His 1957 album "Prayer to the East" wasn’t just a title—it was a statement. A sonic turning toward Mecca. He saw music as an extension of adab’—Islamic etiquette, refinement, and inner discipline. He once said: My music is about reaching people with sound that comes from a pure place. Music should heal, not harm. That intention bled into every note he played. His compositions weren’t about impressing people with technical skill; they were about affecting the heart. In that way, his jazz felt more like dhikr—a remembrance of the Divine. Yusef Lateef taught us that Islam doesn’t limit creativity—it expands it. That jazz doesn’t have to be secular to be sacred. And that sometimes, the holiest sound is not a spoken prayer, but a flute played with sincerity. Ahmad Jamal: The Sound of Stillness In a world that often equates greatness with volume, Ahmad Jamal taught us that less can be more sacred. Born Frederick Russell Jones in Pittsburgh in 1930, Jamal converted to Islam in the early 1950s and took the name Ahmad Jamal. Like Blakey and Lateef, his journey into Islam wasn’t just a name change—it was a lifestyle, a philosophy, a code of presence and purpose that deeply shaped his music. Jamal’s playing was quiet, intentional, and precise—almost minimalist. But don’t let that fool you. Beneath the space and silence was a *force*. Miles Davis once said Jamal was one of his biggest influences, and if you listen close, you’ll hear it: the way Jamal played with time, with tension, with breath—it was like listening to someone meditate through melody. His album “Ahmad Jamal at the Pershing: But Not for Me” became a huge success in 1958, but Jamal never chased fame. Instead, he focused on integrity—refusing to let ego hijack his art. He was known for running a tight band, for avoiding the club scene drama, and for living a life rooted in spiritual discipline. Jamal once said in an interview: The philosophy of Islam has been so beautiful to me. It’s a religion of peace. It’s a religion of cleanliness. It’s a religion of tolerance. That calm strength? You can feel it in every recording. In many ways, Jamal’s music was a reminder that faith doesn’t always shout. Sometimes, it whispers with elegance. To be continued :