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Jazz got that particular brush thirty years before anybody ever heard of rock-n-roll.
Last I heard that appellation was upwards of a decade ago. A quite elderly shirt-tail relative of the hostess at a gathering of friends and family used it in reference to whatever it was that was playing on the sound system at that moment.
I'm fairly confident he knew his utterance would be found objectionable. But no one gave him the satisfaction of a response. It was disclosed to me at a later date that the ornery old cuss's abhorrent behavior wasn't limited to racism. It turned out that some of the women relations had had similar tales to tell of sexual molestations at his, um, hand, back when they were children.