Can you tell Kerouac loved language?

When reading "On the Road" I was drawn to the vivid descriptions that were presented in the text. Sal's use of imagery during his westward travels proves that Kerouac was very much in love with the part of language that could create a picture. "It seemed like a matter of minutes when we began rolling in the foothills before Oakland and suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness of the late afternoon of time." (Part 2 Ch. 9) When I read this quote I could almost see the hills, smoke and fog. This descriptive language that Kerouac uses creates a clear picture in my mind that allows me to have a better understanding on the story. By visualizing the story Kerouac draws me in so that it is almost as if I am the one watching the golden plains or sitting in the club listening to the jazz music.

The jazz clubs are another area in which Kerouac uses his love of language to create vivid imagery. When Sal is in Chicago he visits the jazz clubs and at one point during his visitation Sal proceeds to describe the history of the music. "Once there was Louis Armstrong blowing his beautiful top in the muds of New Orleans; before him the mad musicians who had paraded on official days and broke up their Sousa marches into ragtime. Then there was swing, and Roy Eldridge, vigorous and virile, blasting the horn for everything it had in waves of power and logic and subtlety - leaning into it with glittering eyes and a lovely smile and sending it out broadcast to rock the jazz world." Though this is only a description of the history of music, it provides enough of a description to insight interest within me and it creates a base from which Kerouac can further describe the music. Kerouac uses the already vivid description and his colorful language to perfectly describe the jazz music, so much so that the reader can almost hear the notes being played.
-Sinéad Brennan