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Another take on Butch Morris’ Conduction #1, “Current Trends in Racism”

Poet/playwright/critic  Allan Graubard has been a close friend and collaborator with Buch Morris, writing highly descriptive and evocative notes for Testament: A Conduction Collection  as well as their theater work, “Modette,” and the liner notes below, intended for the 25th anniversary re-issue of Conduction #1, Current Trends in Racism in Modern America, A Work in Progress. I posted my own notes to that edition yesterday.  Allan also was working in the months preceding Butch’s death January 29 to complete his long-in-progress book about conduction.

Beginning… an Oeuvre 

Opening

With silence, a sudden flourish, Conduction premiers in 1985. Not pure ensemble improvisation or notated orchestration, its vivacity is clear, its horizons large. By 2010, an exceptional oeuvre sustains its purpose.

“With a few exceptions, Conductions were created with no notation, preconceived idea as of what was to be performed or tonal centers (keys), only knowledge of the Conduction lexicon.  The idea was and is to see/explore how effectively the lexicon could be extended to accommodate each ensemble…and to see how broad and sturdy it is when integrating notation with Conduction (or Conduction with notation).” – Butch Morris (personal communication 2010)

Insistent and delicate, abrupt or gracious, this first Conduction carries an orchestral sensibility that Mr. Morris exploits as Conduction matures, with a current chronology nearing 200 works. For us nothing has changed. We seek Conductions that sing.

Enrichment

Butch Morris plays Conduction #1 with four signs, one of which he no longer uses. In 2010 the ductility of the form has grown apace, with (approximately) 48 signs and gestures and 13 different categories of signs and gestures – refining its capacity to isolate and shape musical structures as they appear, with all their tensions, releases, reflections and epiphanies.

How did this take place? What has Butch Morris done to hold us through his performances, workshops, lectures, interviews and writings? In what ways has Conduction valorized ensemble creation, the art of conducting, the discipline of composition and the vitality of music and musicianship?

Beyond his vision, sensitivity and perseverance – each quite necessary to support the effort – answers involve a host of issues intimate with our understanding of music, and the contribution that Conduction makes to music:  from musical method, culture, tradition, power, intelligence, emotion, to how we know them and how they inter-relate.

By integrating the social act of conducting with the solitude required for sustained composition, Mr. Morris asks of the ensemble that it assume a unique expressive identity rooted in an expansion of responsibility; the moment by moment creation of the work in real-time.

Enrichment here is reciprocal and multifaceted. Its effects, while initially fascinating, carry other distinctions, which we, because of Conduction, approach anew. I include quite necessary redefinitions and recalibrations, especially in terms of virtuosity and the place of the virtuoso within a medium where the “solo” has little meaning per se, equally idiom and style.

The Terms Evolve

Conduction fuses composition with conducting. Participants build the work through dialogue, precise to the values they bring and those they encounter:  between conductor and ensemble, musicians and conductor, musician and ensemble, conductor and audience, the ensemble entire and audience, and the venue; this emblazoned space.

As the act of composition infuses the ensemble, attentiveness, precision and playing clarify. The conductor leads and responds. The Conduction asserts and discovers.

In one sense, Conduction frees the ensemble, and Conductor, from a specifically lexical determination through notation. In another sense, it questions an expectation that lexicality is a matter of interpretation, not of creation, and that improvisation is a matter of creation exclusive of interpretation. For its audience, Conduction is drama — heterogeneous, homogenous; an arc that intensifies the rapport available to it. Yes, Conduction distinguishes the space it has made its own, with surprise its chorus.

Relative Time

It is revealing, even briefly to compare, Conduction #1, “Current Trends of Racism in Modern America,” to Conduction #146, “Relative Sea,” with the HKB Orchestra, Bern Switzerland, October 7, 2005, some twenty years on.

From an initial nonet of NY improvisers plus voice, there is now a European orchestra of 63 musicians, without improvisers. From a title given to American racism, there is reference to Einstein’s Theory of Relativity and Debussy’s La Mer.  Strikingly, while the circumstances, organization and metaphorical contexts have changed, the artistry commands in both Conductions as much for the music as the means of its making and the excitement of its reception.

Whatever their scale, the accents, colors and movements of any one Conduction enlighten other Conductions, depicting a method for collective intelligence and expression that speaks to the community or communities it comes from, and other communities drawn to it.

Mr. Morris has discussed Conduction #146, “Relative Sea,” performed, by the way, on the 100th anniversary of Einstein’s theory and Debussy’s music: “Relativity depends, among other things, on ‘reference frames’, which is exactly what Conduction is. Why is it that people look so deeply into or at the sea? Is it because they can determine their own reference? Conduction is an excellent bridge between relativity and the sea.”  And, I might add, between the relative comportment of ensemble musicians and the thermal, tidal, wave and wind forces of the music they make.

A Chronology

Conduction engages musicians from different traditions, nationalities, cultures, backgrounds and accomplishment worldwide. In the chronology of Conductions, there are those of special significance for Mr. Morris, of course; I will note only several.

Conductions 62-64, with the Maarten Altena Ensemble, are exemplary for “their great open minds,” the ensemble’s ability to explore and enhance the interchange.  Conduction 28, “Cherry Blossom,” involves indigenous Japanese musicians, whose attack — “earthy, not Western in any way, so immediate and daring” – opens up new routes and implications for cultural dialogue. Later, in Conduction 100-101, he combines indigenous Japanese and Turkish musicians with NY improvisers. Conductions 57-59, “Holy Sea,” with the Orchestra della Toscana, his first with a classical orchestra for whom Conduction is an unknown, brings splendid results.  The prospect it opens on classical musicianship and musicality is both provocative and foundational for future engagements with other orchestras. Conduction 81-87, “London Skyscraper,” maneuvers to forge for its personnel, all improvisers, “leaps in ways other than improvisatory.” There is Conduction 27, the first with text vocalization (A Chorus of Poets), and Conduction 187, “Erotic Eulogy,” the first with full text written specifically for the chorus, with string ensemble; where Mr. Morris “accommodates and registers both ensembles, each formed in their own way, each given their own direction.” Conduction 115 visually transmits the conducting to three different ensembles in different rooms in one locale, a template for live cross-continental performance of a kind unheard before. His Conductions in theater works, and the use of Conduction as a principal medium in developing a theater work, touch new possibilities.  And others here and elsewhere…

Implications    

In recognizing the divide between notation and improvisation, Conduction appeals to interpretation: of the conducting signs and the ensemble’s response, and quality of that response, to them. As a supplement to music and musicianship, it provides a distinctive pedagogy with new values brought to capacity, attack, judgment, culture, tradition and communication. To compose the ensemble as it composes the work extends our notion of what does or does not qualify as a work, whether as product, process, or their various similitudes. As an inimitable “extra dimension” in music, it compels; perhaps because of the risk it entails and the acuity it requires from all participants.

Conduction has provided a synthesizing vector that we have yet to take full advantage of, especially in terms of poetry, theater, dance and architecture.  When performance becomes a fulcrum for dialogue between the individual and the collective, here in the service of music, but just over there in the service of ideology and power, other questions resonate — from what we endure, augment and critique, to what we celebrate or subvert as communities within a politically charged history.

The coherence that Conduction can bring to multiplicities (however existential, discontinuous or coterminous they are), and the capacities it can invest in static bodies, return us to its music, but also to the cultures that music comes from, the social logics thus embodied and the structures erected in their, and our, names.

Fortunate it is that we can chart, in each Conduction, the interactions that feed its momentum, ever attuned to the discipline and its delights.

Conduction does not conclude…

From its first appearance to its current embodiment, Conduction has given us marvelous affirmations of music and its larger meaning in the world. I see no end to this endeavor that enriches the spirit that moves us in music, and the passion and compassion that composes, from this movement, something new, something beautiful – something that is and will be.

But where is a Conduction orchestra or ensemble dedicated to the art and sustained with the kind of support that will make use of the Conduction lexicon in its entirety? This is a place we have yet to experience: practitioners, students, researchers, artists, writers, critics and audience alike. With 25 years of Conduction before us, its time has come. — Allan Graubard, c 2010

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Current Trends in Racism in Modern America, A Work in Progress by Butch Morris

My maybe unpublished 25th anniversary liner notes for Conduction #1, Current Trends in Racism in Modern America, A Work in Progress, by the late Butch Morris with all-star improvisers, recorded 28 years ago today (Feb 1, 2013) and sonically as relevant as ever. big current trends

[The cast is: Frank Lowe, tenor sax; John Zorn, alto sax and game calls; guitarist Brandon Ross; harpist Zeena Parkins; cellist Tom Cora; turntablist Christian Marclay; vibraphonist Eli Fountain; pianist Curtis Clark; percussionist Thurman Barker; vocalist Yasunao Tone and Butch, of course, conductor. I understand that I’ve made a mistake about the multi-media/theater-installation piece “Goya Time,” which J.A. Deane, one of Butch’s longest and closest associates, calls Conduction #3 in his from-up-close tribute.]

Butch Morris: Current Trends in Racism in Modern America

When a full house of ardent downtown music followers flocked to the old Kitchen, a performance loft on Broome Street in Manhattan’s artsy Soho district on the cold night of February 1, 1985 to hear “Current Trends in Racism in Modern America” by Lawrence Douglas “Butch” Morris — I don’t recall if it was advertised as “Conduction No. 1” — no one knew what to expect.

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Butch Morris conducts David Murray band featuring trombonist Craig Harris, at Sweet Basil, circa 1987.
Photo by Lona Foote

At that time, as now, Butch was an inspired and productive presence on a diversified music scene populated by intersecting circles of extreme individualists. Where he fit in exactly was hard to discern, which is how he seemed to want it. He’d been actively performing solos, during which he might turn his cornet around to blow into its bell or upside down to get sounds by tinkering with its valves. He’d participated in flamboyant theatrical pieces, half-happenings/half performance art, such as “Goya,” wherein crowds circulated throughout a gymnasium-like space, prodded by actors costumed as if for the Spanish Inquisition, watching some dozen painters at work on canvases emulating “The Naked Maja,” while he himself led an ensemble sequestered in a sanctuary off a side-hall. He was also known for his collaborative relationship with David Murray, the tenor saxophonist and bandleader with whom Butch come to New York City from California just about nine years before.

Rather than being a full-bore, fire-breathing, high-energy expressionist like Murray, though, Morris went for nuance, suggestion and subtle colors in his instrumental performances, using space or silence like a sculptor. He had composed several lovely melodies, some of which David took as repertoire for his variously-sized bands, but Butch preferred to stay at the edge of the frame rather than in its center, or as the title of his first album (from 1979) put it, “in touch . . . but out of reach.”

All the while, as Morris has written in the liner notes to the extraordinary album Testament: A Conduction Collection, he was thinking of a way to “further develop an ensemble music of collective imagination — not in any way to downplay a soloist, but to have the ensemble featured at all times.” His doctrine was that “collective improvisation must have a prime focus, and the use of notation alone [is] not enough for the contemporary improviser.” From those precepts he had come up with the concept and term “conduction,” to signify both “conducted improvisation” and “the physical aspect of communication and heat.”

Both those phrases — conducted improvisation and the physical aspect of communication and heat — may be taken to describe not only to Butch’s musical concept but also current trends in racism in modern America, in 2010 as in 1985. Is it unrealistic or exaggerated to say that “trends” in day-to-day relations among Americans thinking and acting upon racial considerations are the results of behavioral improvisations of each individual so caught up? But also that individuals’ responses to issues of race are inevitably channeled, guided, conducted by social policies and historical forces? Certainly we acknowledge that physical aspects of “communication and heat” have fueled attitudes and assumptions regarding “race” since the founding of America and probably long before. Therefore, Butch chose a topic for Conduction No. 1 that was a perfect reflection of his musical method.

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Butch Morris conducting Steve Coleman (left) and David Murray (right)l, at Sweet Basil.
Photo by Lona Foote.

In this music, as in American race relations, individuals’ actions matter, but are simultaneously subsumed into a larger ensemble sound, a field of social projections. Particular individual and social reactions may be requested or even ordered, but not completely specified or successfully executed. To believe it’s possible to exert total control over an outpouring of music or advance of history is both illusory and by definition dictatorial. Those who live in the present, whether musicians and/or citizens, do what they can and what they will. Those who observe the activity from a point removed, be they social scientists or listeners, will choose or shift focus on the individual or the group, but will always have to contend with innumerable, mutable factors and will often be unsure whether individual or group best rewards or most requires attention.

Despite these conundrums, and though we don’t know what instructions Butch gave the ten all-star downtowners he assembled to enact his work, it’s tempting to describe Current Trends in Racism in Modern America programmatically, to create a story for it. Part One: A starting whistle springs a door open on a vast soundscape of scattered gestures and mutterings, which accrue more detailed density if not cohesion (and least of all, unity) as we plunge on. A single expression or two — John Zorn’s squawk against Frank Lowe’s talk-like phrases, for instance — give rise to an eruption of contentions, which is followed by a calm that’s soon beset by minor, then growing, irritations. Balm comes from the quietly riffing tenor sax and web of harp, marimba, resonate vibes. All chime in until a community debate develops, one voice (instrument) after another coming to the fore. A descending figure is established, and a beat box rhythm blares. Marimba and vibes fade on a whine that might be electrical, or crickets. Guttural efforts are swamped by dreamlike textures, which thicken until silence briefly falls.

Thereafter everything becomes more percussive, forceful, disassociated — random? Game calls squeal, rail and mew over piano chords from another planet. Is that crowing? The tenor sax calls out insistently and the cello echoes it, leading to another crescendo, an imposing, march-like backdrop, a pointilistic foreground, sweeping winds, repetitions which summon both concurrence and dissent. Dissension breeds expansion, an inclusion of more different sounds, some on the surface, some ringing and throbbing deeply, some tangling or spinning out. The affect is oceanic. We can only go with this flow, though it comes to no conclusion, simply cycling on and on . . .

Part Two, two-thirds shorter, is ostensibly more shaped by the conductor than Part One. Episodes stand out as if composed, not improvised. Isn’t that Butch’s intent, to blur the practices and question their intrinsic opposition?

But I stop there, because it’s foolish to impose any literal interpretation on a Conduction, better to dive in, opening your imagination to your immediate, personal responses. The music sounds different every time, anyway. Though recorded, it doesn’t seem frozen, probably because we aren’t listening from a fixed perspective ourselves, being always in flux.

In the history of improvisation, this is itself an achievement — perhaps the next radical step after Ornette Coleman’s very skeletally structured Free Jazz, recorded in 1960. What changed in the 25 years leading to Current Trends In Racism In Modern America? What’s changed in the 25 years between Conduction No. 1’s performance and this reissue of it? How will this music sound in another 25 years? We each have our own answers, but need direction to reach any reasonable consensus. In his music, Conduction No. 1 and elsewhere, Butch Morris won’t force his own views on us, but helps modern America and the world beyond hear what we each might have to say. — Howard Mandel, c 2010

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Butch Morris, musical artist and friend, mourned widely

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Butch Morris approved of this poster

Lawrence Douglas “Butch” Morris, one of the most brilliant and musically generous of artists who emerged from New York’s East Village in the 1980s as an experimental cornetist, composer of melodies and settings, and instigator of the burgeoning act of Conduction (a term he copyrighted), died January 29 of cancer at age 65, and the world mourns.

Besides my “appreciation” for National Public Radio, heartfelt writings have been posted in the New Yorker blog by cornetist Taylor Ho Bynum, in the Wall Street Journal blog by Vipal Monga (who directed the film on Butch’s Herculean 44 NYC performances  in 28 days, Black February: Music is an Open Door), and many others, listed below. WKCR, Columbia U’s radio station, is running a memorial broadcast as I write. Ben Ratliff’s obituary in the New York Times was highly respectful and comprehensive, too.

But the feeling is we’ve all just scratched the surface, because Butch was an elegant and radiant man, who made everyone he met feel special to be in his presence — the very essence of “personable”. And he was equally an original, insightful, incisive, determined and significant creator of beauty, who never stopped being curious about the nature of sound and the potentials of people expressing themselves interactively, in words, dance, theater, visual arts, conversational as well as music.

For 20 years I lived down the block from Butch, who had an apartment across the street from the building where John Zorn, Elliott Sharp, Anthony Coleman and a gang of other down-to-earth yet fearless, inspired genre-challengers resided or passed through. It was always cool fun to meet Butch in the street, or hang out with him over a drink, coffee or just on a bench in Tompkins Square Park. When my then-wife composer-vocalist Kitty Brazelton was invited for a weeklong retreat at the creative colony of Omi in upstate NY, I went along with our young daughter Rosie, and Butch was there (also pianist Marie McAuliffe, trumpeter Ingrid Jensen and multi-instrumentalist Daniel Carter). Those days and nights were a blast. Butch was the one with the presence of mind to quickly and efficiently scoop a fallen bat out of the swimming pool then dispose of it while our hostess and everyone else foolishly skittered around.

Wayne and Bill Horvitz, Shelly Hirsch, J.A. Deane, Tom Cora, Myra Melford, Alva Rogers, Jim Staley, Jason Hwang, Christian Marclay — throughout the ’80s and subsequently Butch was involved with all of them and many others in collaborations. His longest-lasting musical relationship, though, was with his great friend David Murray. Last April the two of them showed up together at Ornette Coleman’s birthday party, and enlivened the end of that evening. Butch had roomed with David in an apartment above the Tin Palace on the Bowery when they’d first come to NYC from California. They’d met in the early ’70s, in the rehearsal band drummer Charles Moffett ran in Oakland. Butch credited Moffett with introducing him to the use of hand signals for conduction (I never heard him put any musicians down, and he had an enormous range of references, but I’ll mention his particular interests in Gil Evans, Don Cherry, Cecil Taylor, Michael Tilson Thomas). Butch and David wrote tunes together, which were played by David’s quartets, quintets, octets and big band (which Butch conducted), often at the Greenwich Village club Sweet Basil. Their heroic coterie included Henry Threadgill — another of Butch’s very closest pals — Oliver Lake, Craig Harris, Julius Hemphill, Olu Dara, Ted Daniels, Vincent Chancey, Steve Coleman, Fred Hopkins, Diedre Murray, Franke Lowe, Steve McCall, Makanda Ken McIntyre, Don Pullen, Rod Williams, Curtis Clark, Billy Bang, Graham Haynes and Butch’s older brother Wilber, among many others. My friend Lona Foote took photos obsessively of those groups, often focusing on Butch. She died in 1993, but her photos retain some of the luminosity of those days. I need to have more of them scanned and eventually posted. Enid Farber and Barrie Karp have put together portfolios of images of Butch, too — Barrie shared hers with Butch while putting them together in the past few months.

He was immensely photogenic, even when illness afflicted him last  autumn. Prior to that, Butch was always jetting off to residencies in Italy, Istanbul, Japan, Berlin, London, Amsterdam, etc. where he would teach his practice of hand-signals for spontaneous composition and lead ensembles in concerts, many of them recorded and issued by small and independent labels (his first 50 Conductions, performed from 1985 through 1995, are in Testament: A Conduction Collection, a 10 cd-boxed set from New World Records). I was at the Kitchen on February 1, 1985 for the performance of the gnarly Conduction #1,  Current Trends in Racism in Modern America (a work in progress). I wrote liner notes for one of its reissued editions, but I don’t think Butch was satisfied with them. Why should he have been? He had much more encompassing perspective on both conduction and topic than I did.

I was smart enough to get to his performances including the mixed-media extravaganza “Goya” during which painters worked, actors in Inquisition-era costumes roamed about a large hall and Butch led players who had gathered in what seemed to be a chapel; to his concert launching the performance series curated by his friend (and mine) Jeanette Vuocolo at the Whitney Phillip Morris on 42nd St. across from Grand Central Terminal; to his all-flutes-plus Arthur Blythe Conduction in the community gardens of the East Village and on the bandstand during a Charlie Parker Jazz Festival, and to the particularly exotic Conductions 25 and 26, Akbank where ney virtuoso Suleyman Ereguner’s ensemble of Sufi musicians joined percussionist Lê Quan Ninh, vibraphonist Bryan Carrott, trombonist/electronics manipulator Deane, harpist Elizabeth Panzer, pianist Steve Coleman, pocket trumpeter Hugh Ragin and guitarist Brandon Ross (another Butch regular) under his baton. I’ll never forget the climax of that one. It seemed like they’d conjured up the Grand Bazaar, then uprooted it and swirled it into space.

It was my professional pleasure to write about Butch for the Village Voice and DownBeat, The Wire and Swing Journal — pieces I cobbled together for a chapter in my book Future Jazz —  and to interview him for NPR about Billy Bang’s Viet Nam: The Aftermath, for which he conducted a band of brothers who’d all served in that atrocious war, as Butch had. Of course I never felt I captured or related the entirety of what Butch had to say. No article was so capacious, no radio piece long enough to include all the insight, wit and sensitivity he brought to a topic. And though I can write of my deep affection for this man, a warmth and admiration which I know is shared by a vast and far-flung community of people who knew him personally and also includes many who didn’t but caught a glimmer of his aura in his sounds, I yet cannot come close to giving words to all the dimensions of him and his life. As Vipal Monga has written, we were lucky to know him. We who knew him even a little will not forget him. We will listen to his music, yes, but we will think of his conversation, his stance, his clothes, his voice, the way his cigarette smoke curled up, his easy repartee with restauranteurs, wait-staff and bodega owners, his other friends, his ex-s, his son, his laugh, his scowl, his deftness, his brightness and we’ll want to be with him again.

Butch memorials, etc.

NuBlu, at 62 Avenue C, where Butch conducted a loose band of funakteers, have dedicated Sundays in Feburary to Butch and in honor of his 28-year performance project Black February.

Press: JazzTimes, Doug Ramsey’s Rifftides, Peter Cherches’ blog, NPR’s A Blog Supreme, thee Chicago Reader

Video, sent by Wayne Horvitz: Betting with Butch.

Radio: Friday, Feb 1, starting at 12 am (midnight Thursday), WPFW radio, at 89.3FM and www.wpfw.org, two-hour broadcast “His Friends Called Him Butch,” including excerpts of a conversation held in his NY apartment in 1989, and George Mason University professor Dr. Thomas Stanley, who did his dissertation on Butch Morris and his conduction process, sharing his thoughts. Also: www.battiti.rai.it, http://www.rai.tv/dl/RaiTV/popup/player_radio.html?v=03&plr=w, –National Italian Radio program  directed by Pino Saulo, included Butch playing cornet, Wayne Hortvitz and J.A. Deane in “spiriti materani” (1990), a commissioned work inspired by the small city of Matera, internationally renowned for its “Sassi” (stones), from a prehistoric settlement suspected to be among the first by humans Italy.

 

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NEA’s Jazz Masters Live program gets farther, still farther to get

The National Endowment for the Arts is not in its essence a presenting organization. Its annual productions of ceremonies inducting new Jazz Masters, like the one at Dizzy’s Club in Jazz at Lincoln Center on January 14,  are special projects, probably stretching the Endowment’s resources of staff, finances, time and energy.

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Jazz Master Gerald Wilson, right, conducts a young ensemble through Jazz Masters Live event – NEA Arts.gov

I commented in my last post that media attention to this event is unfortunately much less than it deserves, and suggested three ways outreach, hence notice, might be improved, which I’ll return to below. But meanwhile, I left out an entire important piece of the NEA’s jazz initiative, which David Fraher of Arts Midwest detailed in a comment to the blog —

Thanks, Howard, for this insightful piece on the importance of the NEA Jazz Masters ceremony to the jazz community. I agree, the work of these incredible artists ought to be celebrated more broadly—not only to recognize their contributions to this art form, but also to help build future generations of jazz enthusiasts. I do want to share some information on a National Endowment for the Arts (NEA) initiative (managed by Arts Midwest) that tries to do just that – NEA Jazz Masters Live.

NEA Jazz Masters Live is a national program that provides grants ranging from $7,500 to $15,000 to jazz festivals and nonprofit presenting organizations to support performances, master classes, clinics, lectures, and workshops featuring NEA Jazz Masters. While Arts Midwest has been managing this program (or its predecessor NEA Jazz Masters on Tour) since 2005, in just the past four years, we’ve awarded 50 grants totaling just under $1 million to organizations located across the United States. These engagements have featured more than 40 Jazz Masters and have reached more than 130,000 individuals, including more than 7,200 youth—that essential and often overlooked jazz audience that you rightly identify in your article.

While many of these events have been large performances or festivals, some of my favorites have featured more intimate opportunities to connect with the artists—panel discussions featuring Dan Morgenstern and a film screening featuring Herbie Hancock in Burlington, VT; a small performance by Chick Corea to K-12 students in Shelburne, VT; a vocal workshop with Sheila Jordan in Healdsburg, CA; Kenny Barron’s open sound check for high school jazz band students in San Francisco, CA; jam sessions between Jimmy Owens and a student jazz quintet in Cleveland OH; masterclasses featuring Jack DeJohnette, Randy Weston, Paquito D’Rivera in areas such as Baton Rouge, LA and Hartford, CT; and open rehearsals and Q & A sessions with Ellis Marsalis in New Orleans, LA.

These events, and countless others featuring Jimmy Cobb, Benny Golson, and Jimmy Heath in places such as Detroit, MI; Stonington, ME; New York, NY; Washington, DC; and Moscow, ID are beginning to meet that important need that you, the NEA, and Arts Midwest see—a need for more opportunities to engage with this art form and to honor these American legends. If you or your readers want more information on this program, please visit http://www.arts.gov/national/jazz/jml8.html.

The Jazz Masters Live program is obviously a Federally-financed plus towards spreading our jazz culture farther —  in-person exposure of students to Jazz Masters is invaluable, and the all-year-’round sustenance of JMLive activities is another good thing. But I still think America is losing out on a great opportunity if the Masters’ induction ceremonies isn’t exploited for its full media potential. The outreach areas I identified previously were:

  • Make the event more public and media-friendly,
  • Show that jazz is relevant to young audiences, and so are jazz’s elders
  • Collaborate with commercial producers who know how to put on a really big show, promoted where people go to get their information now.
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Banjo master Twain

Not to give away all my advice, I’ll expand on those ideas only by suggesting that presently available, inexpensive and interactive media could be employed to advance the Jazz Masters a whole lot more.

  • Many Masters, not just the new ones, assemble on the day of the investiture for a luncheon hosted by BMI — how about an hour or two between lunch and the 5 pm photo op to have any the Masters who volunteer to do so sit for exchanges with remotely-based press and/or public over Skype?
  • How about if, in advance, testimonials to the Masters from some of the hot players of the moment (i.e. Esperanza Spalding, Robert Glasper, Miguel Zenon, Chris Botti?) be collected  rolled out on via the NEA’s social media platforms, building interest from, say, January 1 to the event date?
  • If that seems overly promotional for the production — well, why isn’t a promoter producing the event’s broadcast with corporate underwriting?

Isn’t it enough for the NEA to select the Masters, reward them with honoraria, help support their subsequent Live appearances — must this government office also be expected to stage a show that will draw a broadcast audience comparable to, say, the Kennedy Center honors or the Mark Twain Prize for Humor?

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How to recognize NEA Jazz Masters

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NEA Jazz Masters sit together, Jazz at Lincoln Center Jan 14 2013; photo by Sánta Instván Csaba

There is no Golden Globes, Emmies, Oscars or highly hyped Grammys for jazz. So the National Endowment of the Arts’ Jazz Masters award is, as acting NEA chair Joan Shigekawa said at ceremonies crowning its 2013 inductees on Jan. 14, “the greatest honor the nation can bestow” on veteran creators of America’s world-beloved vernacular yet “classical” music. You’d think there’d be a lot of media brouhaha, generating publicity that gets jazz high in the day’s trending topics, especially with past Masters and the new ones all together for a night of music at Dizzy’s Club in Jazz at Lincoln Center, one of the most glamorous venues in the U.S. of A. See it now: the live-streamed six-camera shoot is now archived on the NEA’s website www.Arts.Gov.

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Mt. Rushmore of Latin Jazz Masters: from left, Eddie Palmieri, Candido Camero, Paquito d’Rivera;
photo by Sánta István Csaba

But no. Despite the presence of musical artists — artists! — Roy Haynes, Muhal Richard Abrams, Lee Konitz, Sheila Jordan, Dave Liebman, Paquito d’Rivera, Candido Camero, Jimmy Heath, Annie Ross, Randy Weston, McCoy Tyner, Ahmad Jamal, Joe Wilder, Jimmy Owens, Chico Hamilton, David Baker, Ron Carter, Jimmy Cobb, Kenny Baron, Wynton, Branford and Jason Marsalis all in one room! Along with their newly invested peers Eddie Palmieri, Lou Donaldson and Mose Allison! In what centuries hence might be considered the historic occasion upon which several of them played together! — the sum total of coverage three days after the event comprises exemplary accounts by Nate Chinen in the New York Times and Larry Blumenfeld on his blog at ArtInfo, tweets mostly generated by the NEA itself, NPRMusic (which collaborated in live broadcast with WBGO and Sirius XM broadcast it, too) and others involved in the production, very little notice on Facebook, and a post by the NEA’s own blogger Rebecca Gross that’s already been superseded by a lengthy “postcard” from newly retired NEA chair Rocco Landesman. Oh yes, the issue was raised by Peter Hum in the Ottawa Citizen and Anna Silman in The New York Observer that newly named Jazz Master “advocate” Lorraine Gordon of the Village Vanguard, who couldn’t attend due to illness, has not endorsed the “Jazz for Justice” initiative of Local 802 of the American Federation of Musicians to gain pension contributions for musicians who gig in New York’s clubs.

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Sheila Jordan and Randy Weston laugh it up;
photo by Sánta István Csaba

There was a photo op, at which freelancers including SÃ¥nta István Csaba, the Transylvanian cum Budapest photographer who’s supplied images to JBJ all week, first captured a formal portrait and then were free to grab candids. No story in the Wall Street Journal (though Blumenfeld, a frequent freelancer for it, said he had pitched the Masters hard), nothing up yet on the websites of JazzTimes or DownBeat (though representatives of both jazz mags attended the black-tie investiture dinner) nor on JazzCorner or AllAboutJazz, nothing noted in network or cable tv news, no notice in mainstream periodicals . .

What can the NEA — or anyone — do to gain attention to the Jazz Masters, and maybe more for jazz? How about:

  • making the event even more public and media-friendly,
  • doing something to show jazz is relevant to young audiences and so are jazz’s elders, and
  • collaborating with commercial producers who know how to put on a really big show, promoted where people go to get their information now?
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“All Blues” — Paquito d’Rivera; Ron Carter; Dave Liebman
photo by Sánta István Csaba

Let’s face it, JBJ readers: the 2013 NEA Jazz Masters may be revered by us fans, but they’re not exactly household names throughout greater America. Mose Allison’s a genuine hipster from the ’60s, slowed at age 85, performing intermittently, though his most recent new album The Way of the World (2010) was produced by rootsy-folkie pop-rocker Joe Henry, and has been favorably reviewed. Palmieri is quite active at  76, in December playing a dazzling if incomplete “Career Retrospective” concert  at JALC with Latin jazz and dance ensembles. Donaldson, 85, tours constantly with his guitar-organ-drums combo, deploying the salt and vinegar tone and confident swagger he’s perfected over 60 years. Although there was some very fine music performed during the Jazz Masters ceremonies — an especially hot rendition of Miles Davis’ “All Blues” by Liebman on soprano sax, d’Rivera on clarinet, Carter, Barron and Cobb (who recorded the original in 1959) — most of the performances were most appreciable by listeners steeped in the finer points of jazz tradition, but not so much by those who would be moved by its gregarious edge.

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Howard Mandel with George Avakian;
photo by Sánta István Csaba

This year’s Awards presentations, which Landesman directed in 2011 would not occur at all but was reinstated in July of that year at the express command of the Congressional budget committee, suffered some austerity cuts. Rather than the large scale affair held in JALC’s Rose Hall, an 1100 seat theater to which tickets were given free on a first come/first served basis to whoever requested them, this year the site was Dizzy’s with 100 some seats to accommodate living Jazz Masters, their guests, some JALC figures and very few invited others. Regular folks were urged to hold Jazz Masters parties in locations of their choice — one such was in D.C. at Twin’s, presented by Capital Bop; no specifics on others.

At Lincoln Center, most of the press was ensconced in a side room to watch the live stream of the ceremony being held some 30 yards and perhaps six walls away. It was not endearing that no food or beverages were served there but soft drinks. JALC program director Jason Olaine wisely took it on himself to make a wine run, otherwise this scribe and others would have been dryly and disagreeably watching our heroes sit, dine, speechify and perform on a screen, volume down low, out of touch. If the press must be sequestered, what about giving us computers on which we could report the event live on blogs, Facebook or Twitter, or makes the space a newsroom to which we could usher Masters and other significant parties for quickie interviews?

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Muhal Richard Abrams, David Baker and Jimmy Heath;
photo by Sánta István Csaba

With advances in Skype and similar technology, this room could have hosted an open q&a session with journalists from remote locals after the formal photo session. There were fascinating glimpses of unexpected musicians’ inter-relations there, for instance when Muhal was chatting with Baker and Heath, or Randy Weston stood looming over Sheila Jordan.

Of course, the clever, well-connected and plain lucky jazz journalist will get to the action. I was very pleased to have a few moments with George Avakian, one of the designated Jazz Masters Advocates — as record producer to Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Sonny Rollins and Miles Davis, among others, and the man who invented the reissue, the album of thematically connected songs (when they were being issued on 78 rpm discs) and the liner-note.

As far as the ceremony was concerned, what I most wanted to be upclose for  was the presentation of the Award, acceptance and performance by Eddie Palmieri. So when I realized he was almost due onstage, I ducked from the journalists’ holding pen into a side hall that led into Dizzy’s, and stumbled upon Palmieri himself waiting in the wings his son Eddie the 2nd. Palmieri is one of my personal favorite music-makers, I nominated him in this blog for the Jazz Master award, I’ve written about him for DownBeat and The Wire and produced an NPR feature about him, he knows my name and face — years ago I even took him to hear McCoy Tyner in Chicago’s Modern Jazz Showcase — and he was getting a run-down from his son about what to say when he accepted this honor, what to play solo immediately after.

“Mention Uncle Charlie,” Eddie the 2nd told Eddie the 1st, referring to his older brother who was also a Latin and jazz keyboardist (and who died in 1988). “Talk about McCoy, who’s giving you the Award. You don’t have to say much, or play long.”

The 1st — composer, arranger, bandleader, visionary, luminary Sun of Latin Music — nodded in agreement, but was obviously still nervous, and looked at me worriedly. “I’m not a solo pianist ” he said, “You know that. I think I’ve been set up.”

“No, Eddie,” I told him, “I saw you here at Lincoln Center last month, you played a solo and everybody dug it. Just play your ideas, it’ll be great. I can’t wait to hear it. You’re great at this, everybody is excited to hear you.”

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Eddie Palmieri embraces McCoy Tyner;
photo by Frank Stewart (thanks to NEA)

He went out onstage, talked about his brother Charlie, also name checked Tito Rodriguez and Tito Puente, then described at length the first time he heard John Coltrane’s mid ’60s quartet, and how McCoy Tyner changed his life with a fabulous long solo . Then the Sun sat down and threw himself into a glorious, spontaneous rendition of a composition he announced as “Iraida,” named after his wife. It began with curious, dissonant chords, developed into comforting, lyrical passages, broke away for a brief percussive rave, dawdled in time, digressed for a spikey line I know as “Revolt/La Libertad Logico” and ended in triumph. I was sitting nearby, talking with Joanne Robinson Hill, widow of Jazz Master pianist/composer Andrew Hill, when I felt a clap on my shoulder. I turned, there was Eddie:  “You’re pep talk really helped me,” he said.

Most wonderful moment of my career in music journalism? Certainly among the most gratifying. To be even that much of a part of a performance by an NEA Jazz Master. . . That’s why I’d attended the ceremony, and that’s why I think the NEA ought to develop its jazz program so it doesn’t all revolve around this once-a-year celebration of excellence, so its continuous promotion of Jazz Masters and jazz itself gets the audience the Masters and jazz deserve and will reward.

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NYC’s hot Winter Jazzfest, and Macy Gray with David Murray Big Band

The second weekend of January is now the fullest on NYC’s jazz calendar, with continuation of the high energy, two-night showcase Winter Jazzfest in multiple Greenwich Village venues, and aspirational ensembles elsewhere playing (they hope) for booking agents and curators attending the annual Association of Performing Arts Presenters convention. Having responsibilities of my own Friday and Saturday after the Jazz Connect conference (held in conjunction with APAP), I had to limit my actual listening — but took in the start of pianist Monty Alexander’s Harlem-Kingston Express plus tenor saxophonist Marcus Strickland’s Twi-Life, the Revive Big Band, singer Claudia Acuña and solo saxophonist Colin Stetson as well as vocalist Macy Gray with saxman David Murray’s Big Band at Iridium in midtown.

Ms. Gray has a wild look and a crazee voice — like a little girl’s with bluesy strain — which she used to holler out brief phrases such as “Are you a psychopath” and “I’ve got a monster lover,” nuancing emphasis to lend her words multiple dimensions. This repertoire can get repetitious, so Murray has written backup arrangements for maximum variety and blazing solos. On this gig his aggregation included Marc Cary, a veteran of D.C.’s go-go scene who supplied carnivalesque comping on piano and organ; drummer Nasheet Waits, who after the second set Friday night raced down to the Village to lead his own quartet at Winter Jazzfest, and regulars such as baritone saxophonist Alex Harding and Mingus Murray on guitar, leading into and/or emerging from richly harmonized, expertly executed, rhythmically sweeping charts. “Can I take this to Las Vegas?” Murray joshed with me after a second set Saturday night. Why not? And why aren’t more neo-soul divas taking the plunge to employ real live blowers? Murray’s men added bang to her buck.

Colin Stetson is well-known amongst indie rockers for his tours with Arcade Fire, but jazz devotees may know his striking musicality drawing on extended techniques for bass and alto saxes mostly from online videos. Stetson is a master at circular breathing, which as I understand

it allows the production in his horns of a standing sound wave. This kind of air column lets the skilled manipulator (besides Stetson, hear Evan Parker, Roscoe Mitchell or the late Rahsaan Roland Kirk) to create long, unbroken phrases and highly audible harmonics — that is, pitches that arise from the specific notes being fingered. We hear both the notes and their harmonics. Then Stetson adds a vocalization, humming or “singing” while he blows. The keypads of his saxes have percussive qualities as he rapidly presses them and his horns are well-amplified, so  three or four strains of sound are produced simultaneously.

This is impressive, but of course the real issue is what a musician does with the sounds. Stetson works them over to create coherent, pre-determined song-like structures. I kept wondering what he’d play if interacting with a rhythm section or another melody instrument. I’ll find out — he has recently recorded with fellow fire-breathing saxophonist Mats Gustaffson.

Ms. Acuña, who preceded Stetson at the Bitter End — best known as a folkie hangout — is a beguiling Chilean-born- and-raised vocalist and songwriter. She sings mostly in Spanish, which I don’t speak, but her voice is warm, her delivery is artful and confident, her stage manner casually dramatic and very inviting. Accompanied by a tight keyboard-electric bass-electric guitar-drums group, she was a pleasure to hear. At the apex of her show she segued into “You Are My Sunshine” (in English), expressing both that lyric’s simplicity and its nobility. I was glad of that.

The crowd at the Bitter End was mostly seated — not so at Sullivan Hall, where the Revive Big Band disproved those ignoramusi who pose jazz as dead, or as good as so to newer urban audiences. The RBB, led by trumpeter Igmar Thomas, is in fact an outgrowth of the Revive Music Group (formerly Revive Da Live), a vibrant, young and funk-embracing community that presents concerts and club shows (including a regular jam session at NYC’s Zinc Bar). Brainchild of Mehgan Stabile, the Revive Music Group comprises at least a couple of dozen rip-roaring players whose vocabularies are build on jazz models but don’t end in 1966 (or 1982, when Bruce Lundvall produced a record titled young lionsThe Young Lions documenting a Kool Jazz Fest concert featuring Wynton Marsalis, among others; the term would subsequently be associated with Marsalis’s neo-bop directions). Most of the Revive-associated players seem to be in their late 20s/early 30s, as were the standees in the packed house, throbbing with social buzz, eager to enjoy rakish brass and racing reeds over hard swing with pronounced backbeats. Marcus Strickland was in the band’s front line; he’s a full-bore tenorist who had featured the veteran powerhouse trombonist Frank Lacy in his own small group set, just prior to the RBB. Revive was behind the whole night at Sullivan Hall, and most of the folks in that club looked like they intended to say to hear harpist Brandee Younger’s tribute to the late Dorothy Ashby, trombonist Corey King,

keyboardist-producer Mark de Clive-Lowe’s CHURCH, and others I’ve never known about but now will check out.

Pianist Monty Alexander, who opened the first night of the Winter Jazzfest at le Poisson Rouge by dedicating his set to Claude Nobs, founder of the Montreux Jazz Festival who had just died as the result of a ski accident, is a well established  artist.  And so he could deal with the hordes of people sitting on the floor before the stage, bunched at the bar and leaning up against the rear walls of a room that, as the basement of the Village Gate, used to house a weekly Jazz Meets Latin night. Alexander’s “Latin” (read: Afro-Caribbean) tinge is less Hispanic than Jamaican. Having recorded the Bob Marley songbook and a collaboration with reggae-famed guitarist Ernest Ranglin, among other projects, he indisputably grooves. I could only stay in lpr to listen to him for a minute, but I felt the fervor. And that, besides the showcasing of 70+ bands that are bursting to break beyond New York’s jazz spheres, is what Winterjazz Fest — this year was the seventh — is all about.

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Images of a Jazz Conference

Jazz Connect, a confederation of jazz activists including principals of JazzTimes magazine,  AllAboutJazz.com and Thirsty Ear Recordings, produced a free multi-meeting conference with no specific theme other than what’s happening in the musical “community” now, on Jan 10 and 11 at the New York Hilton. (Correction: JazzTimes is NOT part of Jazz Connect, but did organize the Jazz Connect conference). With nominal support from the Association of Performing Arts Presenters convention — the occasion of many artists showcases last weekend including the extraordinary Winter Jazz Fest — the Jazz Connect Conference drew more than 1000 pre-event registrants and by my guestimate something like 500 to 700 actual attendees.

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Welcome to Jazz Connect Conference, New York Hilton; photo by Sánta István Csaba

Musicians,  educators, agents, presenters, journalists, broadcasters, publicists, festival producers, club owner-operators, grass roots organizers, die-hard fans and speakers including  Mayor Michael A. Nutter of   Philadelphia heard each other out on the big issues: How can jazz best use new media, what must be done to sustain jazz economies and ecologies, what’s the state of racial politics in jazz now, how does jazz outside the U.S.  hold its own. There was even a little talk about what good sounds people have been hearing.

I’ll need a couple days to process it all before reporting in full — but photographer Sánta István Csaba, visiting NYC from Hungary, gave me permission to post some of his images:

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Audience and panel, Jazz Connect Conference, New York Hilton; photo by Sánta István Csaba

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Awaiting session start, Jazz Connect Conference, New York Hilton; photo by Sánta István Csaba

 

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Fine art of buttonholing; drummer Michael Carvin, left and producer Charles Carlini, right, Jazz Connect Conference, New York Hilton; photo by Sánta István Csaba

 

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Quick sitdown drummer Matt Wilson, left; Becca Pulliam, producer of Jazzset, center; unidentified right; photo by Sánta István Csaba

 

 

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Mayor Michael Nutter of Philadelphia; photo by Sánta István Csaba

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Race in Jazz panel; from left, moderator Erika Floreska; manager Karen Kennedy AMS Artists principal Anna Sala; pianist Orrin Evans; trumpeter/author Randy Sandke; pianist Matthew Shipp; Jana Herzen, Motéma Music; photo by Sánta István Csaba

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Jayne Cortez — poet, activist, muse of the avant garde — dies, age 76

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Jayne Cortez – Atlanta Black Star

Jayne Cortez, a no-nonsense poet who often declaimed her incisive lines of vivid imagery tying fierce social criticism to imperatives of personal responsibility with backing by her band the Firespitters, died Dec. 28 at age 76 (according to NYT obit, age 78). Her deep appreciation of American blues and jazz was another of her constant themes; her son Denardo Coleman played drums in the Firespitters, with whom she recorded six albums.

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one of the “Lynch Fragments”

An activist in the Civil Rights movement, organizer of Watts writing and drama workshops, founder of the Watts Repertory Theater, Bola Press and co-founder of the Organization of Women Writers of Africa, Ms. Cortez was also taught at Rutgers, Howard, Wesleyan and Eastern Michigan universities, Dartmouth and Queens colleges and was a muse to the avant garde. Her husband sculptor Melvin Edwards is well known for his series “Lynch Fragments” and “Rockers.” When Ms. Cortez was a teenager in California, musicians including Don Cherry hung out at her family’s home because she had (as Cherry said) “the best record collection,” and through them she met Ornette Coleman, to whom she was married from 1954 to ’64 and with whom she kept in contact. Members of the Firespitters such as guitarist Bern Nix and bassist Jamaaldeen Tacuma, besides Denardo, played in Ornette’s electrically amplified band Prime Time.

Born in Arizon, raised in Los Angeles, Ms. Cortez was drawn to the arts at an early age. She painted and played cello besides keeping journals, graduated from an arts high school but was unable to go to college due to financial problems. She is sometimes said to have inspired Coleman’s composition “Lonely Woman,” originally titled “Angry Woman” — but the adjectives that seem (in my limited experience) to best describe Jayne Cortez are independent, inquisitive, precise and determined. Rhythm, repetition and pointed rhetoric characterize her poetry, as when she asked, “If the drum is a woman/Why do you beat your woman?”

If the drum is a woman
then understand your drum
. . . your drum is not invisible
your drum is not inferior to you
your drum is a woman
so don’t reject your drum
don’t try to dominate your drum
. . . don’t be forced into the position
as an oppressor of drums
and make a drum tragedy of drums
if your drum is a woman
don’t abuse your drum.

In 2000, I was honored to be invited by Jayne Cortez to sit on a panel for an international symposium she was helping to organize at New York University titled “Slave Routes: The Long Memory.” Sometime later, while writing Miles Ornette Cecil – Jazz Beyond Jazz, I ran into her coming out a Manhattan drug store and we chatted briefly. I mentioned that my topic was the avant-garde, and she immediately responded that “the avant-garde is that in art which didn’t exist before. It’s always hard to introduce, because the avant-garde has to make a place for itself where there wasn’t one, where there wasn’t anything.”

Deeper, deeper, deeper/Higher, higher, higher. Always reaching and urging us to, too, intending encouragement as much as challenge. Thanks, Jayne Cortez, for ideas, spirit, words and music.

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2012 Top Jazz Beyond Jazz recordings

Checking out new recordings is the motivation of much jazz journalism, though at top-10 time having so much new stuff can be a bedevilment, if not a curse.
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Here’s a baker’s dozen of my favorites from among the 11-some-hundred sent by record labels, publicists and, increasingly, the artists themselves. They reward multiple listenings, so I keep learning about them.

Maghostut Trio – Live at Last (RogueArt) — In  Oct 2003, five months before his death, Malachi Favors Maghostut,  the profoundly sure bassist who co-founded the AACM and anchored the Art Ensemble of Chicago, recorded with reeds player/pianist Hanah Jon Taylor and drummer Vincent Davis. In sessions in a Madison, Wisconsin studio and the original Velvet Lounge, the musicians are vivid and unflagging, treating Charlie Parker’s “Au Privave” and Little Walter’s “My Babe” with the same high, rough regard as three collective improvisations, Taylor’s “Electric Elephant Dance” and Favor’s own “Beware of the Wolf.”

Steve Lehman Trio – Dialect Fluorescent (Pi) — Wow, can Lehman play alto sax! His rip-roaring yet silver-surfaced tone, flash-finger facility, far-reaching harmonic ideas and intelligent intensity lehmanare met with equal presence by bassist Matt Brewer and drummer Damion Reid. The three transform the unlikely “Pure Imagination” (from the first Willie Wonka movie), as well as Coltrane’s “Moment’s Notice,” Jackie McLean’s “Mr. E.” and Duke Pearson’s racy “Jeannine,” Lehman’s hottest feature. These are of a piece with five of his original themes; they all have multiple levels of interactivity in dynamic, transparent sync.

Jacob Garchik – The Heavens/The Atheist Gospel Trombone Album (Yestereve) — A refreshing appropriation of church-rockin’ motifs for cats of all garchickand no religious denominations. A light filter of sceptical secular cosmopolitanism highlights ironies as well as similarities in everybody’s love of swinging, throaty, amassed sounds. Every sound is by Garchik, overdubbing ‘bone, baritone horn, sousaphone and slide ‘bone. Ingenious, solid.

Frank Wright Quartet – Blues for Albert Ayler (ESP-Disk) — Hot as lava, guitarist James  Blood Ulmer and drummer Rashid Ali slam with sax-and-flutist Frank Wright,wright a childhood friend of Albert Ayler, and bassist Benny Wilson during never-before-released tapes of a 1974 gig at Ali’s Alley in Soho. Nobody told them they couldn’t play like this — no-holds-barred, gritty, loud,”free,” devil-may-care — so they do.

Living by Lanterns – New Myth/Old Science (Cuneiform) — A double quintet of  emergent Chicago and NYC individualists  who are also swell collaborators and interpreters. They transform 700 hours of unused Sun Ra archival tape into a living bybroad and multi-faceted program that gets off into space, yet enlightens this world. Alto saxist Greg Ward, cornetist Taylor Ho Bynum, tenor saxist Ingrid Laubrock, cellist Tomeka Reid, guitarist Mary Halvorson and vibist Jason Adasiewicz, with solid yet shifting rhythms laid down by bassist Joshua Abrams, drummers Tomas Fujiwara and Mike Reed, who also adds electronics. Inside/outside, like Ra.

Jon Irabagon’s Outright!– Unhinged (Irabragast Records) — An audacious jazz orchestra with strings, Theremin, berimbau, banjo and found objects irabagonbesides the usual brass, reeds and rhythm, all connecting one way or another with tenor saxophonist Irabagon. Fine playing, rangy within contexts; quick change-ups lead you-never-know-where, and humor leavens the serious fun.

Hafez Modirzadeh – Post-Chromodal Out (Pi) — Alto and tenor saxist Modirzadeh has developed a unique microtonal practice, based in part on Persian (Iranian) dastgah modal music and inspired to universality by Ornette Coleman. He delves deeply into it with capable Iraqi-hafezAmerican trumpeter Amir ElSaffar, pianist Vijay Iyer (who plays a specially tuned keyboard), bassist Ken Filiano and drummer Royal Hartigan, plus guests on Filipino Kulintang (gongs), Persian santur (hammered dulcimer) and electric guitar. At first exposure the sound is — ?!?! — but grow accustomed to the tuning and it takes you away. . .

Wes Montgomery – Echoes of Indiana Avenue (Resonance) — This is the best record of the year that could have been issued in 1958, rich with swinging, melodic vitality. All wespreviously unissued material that the guitar god Montgomery recorded in his hometown, with support from his brothers and cronies. Such music used to be a neighborhood staple; maybe jazz will become so local and groovy again.

Harris Eisenstadt — Canada Day III (Songlines) — Drummer Eisenstadt’s calm, precise yet color-filled compositions for a quintet of matured NYC pros who’ve learned to play together closely over three albums and several tours. harrisChris Dingman, vibes; Nate Wooley, trumpet; Matt Bauder, tenor sax; Garth Stevenson, bass and Harris, lifting everyone.

Ron Miles – Quiver (Enja) — If Boulder-based trumpeter Miles were m0re widely heard, he’d be more widely appreciated, as he and we deserve. With guitarist Bill Frisell and drummer Brian Blade, Miles is thoughtful, lyrical and a touch raucous, too. It’s a live performance of originals, a blues, Ellington and Mancini tunes. ron

REISSUES:

Preservation Hall Jazz Band – The 50th Anniversary Collection – As it was and how it is.

Spectrum Road (Palmetto) — Works of Tony Williams’ Lifetime, not really a reissue but a high-energy revisitation by guitarist Vernon Reid, keyboardist John Medeski, drummer Cindy Blackman and Lifetime’s original bassist Jack Bruce. I’m glad this material gets new life.

BEST VOCAL ALBUM

Neneh Cherry and The Thing – The Cherry Thing (Smalltown Supersound) neneh— Tenor sax terror Mats Gustuffson leads the trio The Thing, Neneh Cherry is one fearless singer, and repertoire includes tunes by the Stooges and Suicide as well as by Don Cherry (Neneh’s stepdad) and Ornette. Brace yourself.

BEST DEBUT CD:

Ryan Truesdell, Centennial: Newly Discovered Works of Gil Evans (ArtistShare). Beautiful large ensemble music expertly performed.

ALSO:

Calvin Weston – Of Alien Feelings (Imaginary Chicago); Positive Catastrophe (Taylor Ho Bynum and Abram Gomez-Delgado nonet) Dibrujo, Dibrujo, Dibrujo (Cuneiform); Guillermo Klein Los Gauchos, Carrera (Sunnyside); Henry Cole and the Afrobeat Collective, Roots Before Branches (self-produced); Art Ensemble, Early Combinations (Nessa); Sylvain Leroux Quatuor Créole (Completely Nuts); David Fiuczynski, Planet Microjam (Rare Noise); Sam Rivers, Dave Holland, Barry Altschul, Reunion: Live in New York (Pi); Wadada Leo Smith & Louis Moholo, Ancestors (Tum); Kurt Elling, 1619 Broadway, The Brill Building Project (Concord); The Thirteenth Assembly (Bynum, Halvorson, Pavone, Fujiwara), Station Direct (Imprec); Mary Halvorson Quintet, Bending Bridges (Firehouse 12);  Nicole Mitchell and an ARCHE New Music Ensemble, The Arc of O (RogueArt); Wayne Escoffrey, Only Son of One (Sunnyside); Organ Monk, Uwo in the Black (self-produced; I wrote the liner notes, but recommend this honestly, wholeheartedly); Pharoah Sanders, Early Pharoah (ESP); Steven Feld, Jazz Cosmopolitanism in Accra  (VoxLox).

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My suggestion for 2014 NEA Jazz Master: Reggie Workman

Things may be somewhat up-for-grabs at the National Endowment for the Arts, with chair Rocco Landesman  stepping down at year end (NEA Senior Deputy Chairman Joan Shigekawa will serve as the agency’s acting head), but assuming the show will go on I urge Reggie Workman (b. 1937, Philadelphia) receive a 2014 NEA Jazz Masters Award.

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bassist Reggie Workman – photo by Peter Gannushkin

Workman is an oak of a bassist who has helped sustain, secure and advance jazz before and since the revolution started by John Coltrane. He’s been a messenger of jazz with many of the music’s leading lights (including Art Blakey), an instrumentalist who erases distinctions between tradition and the avant-garde, and has worked across genres, often in multi-media situations. He hasn’t often led recording sessions, though his 2000 album Summit Conference (with reedist Sam Rivers, who tragically was never officially recognized as a Jazz Master; pianist-composer Andrew Hill, who learned of his NEA honor just prior to his death in 2007, and drummer Pheeroan akLaff) is a fine one (I may have written the liner notes). He’s also been an invaluable mentor and professor at the New School for Jazz and Contemporary Music. Among many worthwhile contenders, Reggie is outstanding.

The Jazz Masters induction ceremony on January 14, 2013 is the NEA’s next high profile public event — and has been announced as a free webcast, televised live starting at 7:30 est from Dizzy’s Club Coca Cola (in NYC’s Jazz at Lincoln Center). Wynton Marsalis will emcee, and several already inducted Jazz Masters, as well as 2013 honorees Eddie Palmieri, Mose Allison and Lou Donaldson, will perform. Though in 2011, under Rocco Landesman’s watch, the Jazz Masters’ program was decreed completed, it was revived later that year at the insistence of the House Appropriations Committee. Anyone may nominate a musician for a Jazz Masters Awards — the process is detailed at www.NEA.gov and deadline for nominations of a 2014 NEA Jazz Master was last October 12.

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“Latin” Jazz Master Eddie Palmieri, both innovator and conservator

Eddie Palmieri is a new NEA Jazz Master — to be inducted Jan. 14 in a ceremony at Dizzy’s Club in Jazz at Lincoln Center, to be webcast live. He is, contradictorily, the spark-plug/conservator of the Americas’ indefatigable Afro-Caribbean music. He turned 76 yesterday (Dec. 15), celebrating with a a “career retrospective” featuring his jazz band and dance ensemble at JALC’s Hall. Here’s Palmieri’s portrait with his timbalero José Claussell, taken last night by Sánta István Csaba, a Budapest-based photographer currently visiting New York City.

Eddie Palmieri at Jazz at Lincoln Center, Dec. 15 2012, photo by Sánta István Csaba

Eddie Palmieri and José Claussell at Jazz at Lincoln Center, Dec. 15 2012, photo by Sánta István Csaba

Palmieri has been a leader in America’s “Latin” music since the early ’60s — a composing and arranging pianist, a dramatic improviser, a hard-touring and often recording artist, a progressive political voice — but one who consciously harkens back at least a decade earlier, to the musical era from which he sprung. For his concert’s first Rose Hall set on Friday, 12/13  Palmieri opened with an impromptu and intimately moody (if hastily resolved) piano solo, then brought his congos-bongos-timbales-bass clavé section and alto sax, trumpet, trombone horn line (plus upright bass) together for the title track of his slinky, intricate 2005 album Palmas. He introduced a composition dedicated to Thelonious Monk incorporating unusual-for-Latin off-kilter hesitations; he played startling dissonant chords and unexpected chromatic modulations under section writing that required full engagement and vigor from trumpeter Brian Lynch, trombonist Conrad Herwig, saxist Louis Fouché; he drew energy from his drummers. This was some jazz hot.

For his second set, Palmieri added vocalist Herman Olivera, trés virtuoso Nelson Gonzalez (and his son as a backup singer/rhythmist),  exciting ‘boneman Jimmy Bosch — to delve into the 1950s’ rhumba-mambo-cha-cha stylings of Tito Rodriguez, Machito and Tito Puente. This orchestral popular dance music may have become formalized in the past 50+ years, but remains as multi-layered and compelling as ever, if played well. Palmieri and Co. played it well, though this repertoire left a bulk of Palmieri’s career unasserted. His charanga innovations and collaborations with Cal Tjader, boogaloo funk, dynamic electric (pre-Santana) jams, grandiose self-referential works, and ethnomusicological interpretations were missing. Yes, he’s a Jazz Master — but what’s he thinking up now?

I’ve written about Palmieri several times on this blog, including this an enthusiastic review of his 2009 JALC debut with his  neo-charanga ensemble La Perfecta II.

Here’s my posting when Palmieri’s Jazz Masters Award was announced — plus notes on the rest of the distinguished class —

And here’s the post from last year with my nomination of him for the NEA Jazz Master honor. Which begs the question — Who next?

See my nomination tomorrow.

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DeJohnette the jazzer of 54 artists getting $50k USA fellowships

Drummer/composer/pianist Jack DeJohnette, an NEA Jazz Master, is the sole jazz-associated artist among 54 fellows selected by United States Artists (not a governmental organization) from 438 applications to a grants program initiated by United States Artists in 2006.

USA fellows received $50,000 in unrestricted funds. Citing “cutting-edge thinkers and traditional practitioners from the fields of architecture and design, crafts and traditional arts, dance, literature, media, music, theater arts, and visual arts,” USA also rewarded the well-established choreographer Trisha Brown, novelist Annie Proulx, playwright David Henry Hwang and banjoist Tony Trishka.

United States Artists started with $22 million seed money from the Rockefeller, Ford, Prudential and Rasmuson Foundations, and has raised $51 million from individual patrons to underwrite specific artists’ awards. In 2010, United States Artists established USA Projects, to allow “any accomplished artist in the country to post projects and raise funds from friends and fans,” accepting donations as small as $1, presumably without the restrictions or fees connected with such crowd-funding sites as Kickstarter.

Since 2006, jazz-related artists receiving USA Fellowship have included Bill Frisell with Jim Woodring, Don Byron, Jason Moran, John Santos, Muhal Richard Abrams, Henry Threadgill, Cyro Baptista, Lionel Loueke, George E. Lewis, Uri Caine, Guy Klucevsek, Greg Tate — as well as Cajun fiddler Michael Doucet (of BeauSoliel), sarod master Ali Akbar Khan, oudist Rahim AlHaj, Evan Ziporyn (reedist for Bang on a Can All-Stars and gamelan composer), Ella Jenkins (“First Lady of the Children’s Folk Song”), and pipa player Wu Man.

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Found in Heidelberg: Transatlantic jazz connections

The Enjoy Jazz Festival in south-western Germany two weeks ago culminated in an unexpected celebration of jazz’s deep traditions, led by formidable saxophonist Archie Shepp and serene reeds explorer Yusef Lateef. It was a fitting end, also, for an international symposium titled “Lost in Diversity: A Transatlantic Dialogue on the Social Relevance of Jazz,” held at the Heidelberg Center for American Studies at Ruprecht Karls Universität Heidelberg (est. 1386), which

convened musicians, scholars, journalists and presenters to forge new links in a network that’s developing to defy many boundaries, not least of which is the ocean between the U.S. and Europe.

During a week in which headlines of German newspapers and tv news broadcasts continued to hail the re-election of Barack Obama, the value and significance of improvised music born of America’s minority and marginalized populations but now embraced world-wide became increasingly clear. Information on ambitious plans for the second International Jazz Day (April 30, 2013). produced by UNESCO with assistance from the Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz, further emphasized that jazz (if you dislike that term, supply the synonym of your preference) is being adopted globally for the promotion of peace, education and productivity.

If that seems like a far cry from the intentions of the jazz art form’s founding musicians, you must not have heard Shepp-Lateef (with the remarkable support of bassist Reggie Workman, pianist Mulgrew Miller and drummer Hamid Drake), or attended Enjoy Jazz’s productions of lightning-and-thunder drummer Billy Hart’s quartet, or keyboards master Herbie Hancock, who played grand piano and up-to-the minute electronics, solo. And you certainly missed the modest but penetrating “piano lectures” by Vijay Iyer and Alexander von Schlippenbach, delivered at the Lost in Diversity conference for an inquisitive audience gathered in the University’s hallowed Ault Aula, a fantastically ornamented representation of 19th century German “historicist” interior design.

Alte Aula, Heidelberg University

That space, which all but imposed an aura of hushed awe for tradition and authority via its elaborate woodwork and mural of pageantry, was the site of tensions expressed by Shepp and Lateef, who decry the term “jazz” for 20th century-emergent African-American improvised music, and jazz globalists as represented by Iyer (born and raised in upstate New York by parents who had immigrated from India) and von Schlippenbach, a founding member of the post-WWII German musical avant garde. Lateef, who calls what he plays “autophysiopsychic music” began his lecture by reciting the many negative associations listed by Webster’s dictionary for the word “jazz.” Shepp, perhaps the most explicitly political musician to emerge in the 1960s from the direct  influence  of John Coltrane, is also firm in his position that what’s called “jazz” should be referred to as something greater and specific about its basis in African and African-American music practice. He spoke after von Schlippenbach had concisely related his story of involvement in jazz in 1960s Germany, and when asked about European jazz Shepp (currently based in Europe) responded dryly, “What is that?”

Iyer’s talk, complemented by his brief, introspective recital, concerned liminal issues of personal identity, stylistic choice and creative purpose. His entire presentation was in stark contrast to Herbie Hancock’s unexpectedly plugged-in display. After opening his concert in the splendid Feierabendhaus (Ludwigshafen) venue operated by Enjoy Jazz’s sponsor BASF with an abstracted rendition on a concert grand of Wayne Shorter’s “Footprints,” Hancock turned to electric gear including his keytar, Korg equipment and a bank of connected laptops which provided loops and backdrops for his performance of “Cantaloup Island” (adopting the arrangement by UK dj/acid jazz group Us3), “Future Shock” and “Chameleon.” The crowd, predominantly middle-aged, had anticipated more acoustic music. Which is what they got, in full force, from drummer Hart’s group with pianist Ethan Iverson, tenor saxophonist Mark Turner and bassist Ben Street.

These concerts were the nightly attractions for participants in the academic symposium. Over the course of two days, we presented and listened to papers reflecting some current thinking about jazz (or synonym). Among those: Daniel Fischlin of University of Guelph “Improvisation, Community and Social Practice project gave a paper “The Fierce Urgency of Now: Improvisation, Rights and the Ethics of Co-Creation,” concerning perspectives of diverse communities partaking of improvisational (not only “jazz”) values and strategies, and improvisation as an engine of agency, resulting in the imagination (if not construction) of new social relations. Eric Porter, professor of American Studies, History and History of Consciousness at the University of California, Santa Cruz described the tenacity despite complexities and ambiguities of New Orleans’ second line tradition. Wolfram Knauer, director of the Jazzinstitute Darmstadt, examined the relevance of the German academical concept of “social relevance” in relation to jazz as it occurs, is understood or applied functionally in general society.

Ted Panken, Brooklyn-based jazz journalist, compared the organizational similarities and aesthetic directions of Jazz at Lincoln Center and the Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians (he quoted AACM eminence Muhal Richard Abrams as saying the comparison was “a stretch”). Christian Dalgas, project manager of the Copenhagen Jazz Festival, outlined that major fest’s activities. Rainer Kern, director of the Enjoy Jazz festival, talked on “Jazz and the City.”

Thomas Meineke, turntablist

Novelist/musician/dj Thomas Meinecke did a turntable lecture, playing snippets of lps that demonstrated the piquancy and breadth of the jazz impulse. My remarks were on the topic of “Motivations in U.S. Jazz” — and I shall post the essay w/slide show I put together elsewhere on this blog.

Most heartening was the information by Tom Carter, president of the Thelonious Monk Institute of Jazz, about the continuation of International Jazz Day, which in 2013 will launch with an ambitious event in Istanbul, intended to acknowledge societal developments in the Middle East, to reinforce jazz’s accessibility to that region, and further globalize jazz via simultaneous concerts, workshops, educational initiatives and celebrations to be planned and promoted everywhere possible.

During his remarks opening the “Lost in Diversity” symposium, its organizer Christian Broecking explained that

Dr. Christian Broecking

“lost” was meant to be understood as the way Kurt Weill applied it in his musical “Lost in the Stars” — rapt, engrossed. entranced, ecstatic. Upon attending the participants’ presentations, we were certainly aswim with ideas. But the week’s ultimate impression came from the music, of course, especially the two-tenor finale, which Enjoy Jazz’s Kern had been angling for over the course of three years, in hopes of repeating the 2005 success of Ornette Coleman in Ludwigshafen, which resulted in the Pulitzer Prize-winning, live-in-concert album Sound Grammar. Shepp and Lateef are, after all, among the most highly regarded exemplars of the purist approach to “jazz,” complementary yet contrasting in their personal demeanors and sound. Reggie Workman (who must be considered, on the basis of his lifelong career and accomplishments, a Jazz Master) with Mulgrew Miller and Hamid Drake comprised a surpassingly capable support system — a necessity if the strengths of the horns were to be highlighted, and their differences bridged.

Indeed, that’s what the rhythm section did, while Shepp, wearing suit and fedora, served as MC, blew tenor and soprano saxes and called the set tunes, Lateef perched on a stool, his passel of instruments — tenor, wood and tine whistles, flute, oboe — at hand.  The five started with a freely unfolding improvisation, moved on to a bright Shepp composition for one of his daughters, then “Steam,” on which he sang as well as played about his young cousin, shot dead in Philadelphia’s streets. They took up Ellington’s “In A Sentimental Mood,” returned to fulfill a “prepared,” improv built upon a pre-recorded backdrop, then took on another Shepp song, “Ujamma” — at the end of which the pa system suddenly blew out. A 15 minute intermission was called for, while the Feierabendhaus staff scrambled to diagnose and repair the problem.

When electricity, quintet and audience returned, it was everyone had tuned up their intensities a notch. Shepp, who after surgery in the 1980s which affected his embouchure has had a woolier sound, wailed with urgent, creative intensity, and sang a lusty straightforward blues. Lateef performed an exquisite oboe version of “C.C. Rider” and sang a keening spiritual. Mulgrew Miller sparkled and Hamid Drake swung, while Workman was the hub of connection,

lending nuanced pulse and tone precisely where most needed. He and Miller kept in notable eye-contact during the encore demanded by an audience ovation — Ellington’s “Don’t Get Around Much Anymore.” Again, Shepp gave all his lusty if untrained voice to the lyric, plus rapt attention to the collective improv meant to bring the song to its close — though Lateef seemed more interested in lingering over the phrases.

Somehow magically, miraculously, the five musicians ended together as one. Much more, the audience roared. We were all lost — caught up, breathless, in awe — of the spontaneous group doings, which gave a lift to all involved. Growls, flares, flashes, smears, flubs, bombs, boasts, sighs, understatements, grooves, bust outs, blendings: players and listeners alike, enlivened by the sounds. And so many sounds, emitted by such a breadth of individuals. Brilliant diversity being its own reward, relevance was readily recognize to have been fully attained.

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I'm a Chicago-born (and after 32 years in NYC, recently repatriated) writer, editor, author, arts reporter for National Public Radio, consultant and nascent videographer -- a veteran freelance journalist working on newspapers, magazines and websites, appearing on tv and radio, teaching at New York University and elsewhere, consulting on media, publishing and jazz-related issues. I'm president of the Jazz Journalists Association, a non-profit membership organization devoted to using all media to disseminate news and views about all kinds of jazz.
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