SHE’s not just my favorite new jazz singer in many moons, but someone who points the way forward for the music. That’s the sense I’ve gotten from the young, classically trained vocalist Cecile McLorin Salvant, who played the other night at Catalina’s and whose album, WomanChild, is a knockout.
Part of what I like about her is the way she takes jazz standards and makes them her own. Like Cassandra Wilson, she’s found a way to be contemporary and tap into jazz tradition at once. “One of the finest sleights of hand in music is to write a song that sounds like a long-lost standard,” Chris Barton wrote in his review of her show. “Equally impressive, however, is the rare ability to perform a classic song and make it sound utterly new.”
The issue of song selection — as central to a repertory-driven art like jazz in a way that it’s not for, say, rock ‘n’ roll, which, since the Beatles, has been about original songwriting — has been talked about for years now. But it all became more pressing lately, with the emergence of several high-profile artists who reject or ignore the tradition of Porter, the Gershwins and Jerome Kern — or even the related lineage of songs by jazz musicians, such as Duke Ellington and Billy Strayhorn’s “Lush Life” or Thelonious Monk’s “Round Midnight.”…
The issue has symbolic meaning, because with the dropping out of a shared body of songs, jazz has lost not only its common language – for decades, musicians getting together for the first time could count on each other knowing the changes to “I Got Rhythm” or hundreds of other songs. It’s also lost its emotional connection to its mid-century heyday, when high-quality, greater visibility and a solid canon reigned: Despite all of the warring schools, each of which had its pet repertoire, many of the musicians played the same songs, even if different teams rendered them differently.
My point was that standards need to be part of the mix, but they can’t be rendered in a static way. McLorin Salvant, who covers “I Didn’t Know What Time It Was,” “Jitterbug Waltz,” and “What A Little Moonlight Can Do” — and played more the other night — clearly knows this, and exemplifies it beautifully.
ALSO: A filmmaker in Pittsburgh has chronicled the struggles of local artists who’ve fallen ill without health insurance, and her documentary, Healthy Artists: The Movie has started to get attention. A New York Times story — which called Julie Sokolow “A Crusader on What Ails Artists” — describes it this way:
There was Eanna Holton, who makes horror masks and props and recalled spending the last five years paying off a $10,000 surgery bill for her toddler. China Horrell, her co-worker, had a pulmonary embolism that cost more than $100,000 to treat. And Daniel McCloskey, a comic-book artist, told of being uninsured when he smashed his teeth in a bicycle accident last year, at a cost of more than $22,000.
The story provides some video excerpts from the film as well. A 2013 survey showed that 43 percent of artists lacked health coverage.
FINALLY: One of my longstanding interests is what makes fiction from California and Los Angeles, different from writing elsewhere in the world. (I co-edited an anthology on the subject, The Misread City, about a decade ago.) So I’m pleased to appear on Friday as part of the conference Writing From California: Tales From Two Cities. This takes place at LA’s beautiful Central Library, is sponsored by USC and the Huntington, and is entirely free.
I’ll be running a panel called “Creating Alternate Universes,” which will look at the way West Coast writers break from the traditions of literary “realism.” The writers Edan Lepucki (California) and Charles Yu (How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe) will be there with me, and Aimee Bender (originally scheduled to appear) has written a bit on the topic, which I’ll discuss. In any case, the conference runs from Thursday to Saturday will also consider Joan Didion, Thomas Pynchon, Raymond Chandler, and others. Don’t miss it.