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Etta James and Johnny Otis — Jazz Masters?

Etta James, who died today Jan. 20 at age 73, and Johnny Otis, who died Jan. 17 at 90,

 are rightly recognized as innovators and icons of American rhythm ‘n’ blues and soul.

Johnny Otis, 1993 – photo by Jack Vartoogian

But the jazz world — listeners, broadcasters and journalists, musicians and institutions up to and including the NEA — would be well-served to proclaim that Etta James and Johnny Otis are “jazz masters.” Their sub-genre identities remain within the greater mainstream of Afro-American music born about a hundred years ago, with blues becoming ever less a so-called “folk” form by engaging with other  musical and commercial influences, leaving rural isolation for urban hubbub, diverse developments and the ear of the world. Furthermore, Otis’s and James’s specific sounds emerged from America’s unique swing era stylings, in response to and generation of post-WW II U.S. cultural norms. As one with jazz.

Why would it matter if we called Otis and James “jazz masters”?

  1. It would emphasize the structural girding jazz has provided for the past century  to all of American popular song. So pop audiences would be encouraged to recast their “jazz as dead” stereotype, comforting current jazz artists who complain they can’t make it ’cause their music is chained to the “n-word”. Indeed, such jazz musicians might learn something from Otis’ business sense and James’ dismal history.
  2.  If we don’t recognize people like Otis and James on some official level as jazz masters, then as what? Heritage artists? That designation has been coded to mean ultra-traditionalists and conservationists. Nothing wrong with that — but Otis and James were more involved  with updates, revisions, hybrids, popularizations and other pragmatics of music-making than in revering its glories or protecting its legacies. They’ve been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and the Blues Hall of Fame — fine and good, such recognition and honors for their links to jazz aren’t mutually exclusive. It’s beneficial to admit that categories aren’t rigid. Clarence “Gatemouth” Brown was a jazzman, too.
  3. Johnny Otis and Etta James were jazz musicians from the start — jazz was their inspiration. Understanding them as such provides us with a truer vision of the breadth of jazz and its manifestations. It also prods us to enjoy their music in more depth, to take in its subtleties and appreciate the art.

Johnny Otis had six years of big band jazz experience before he convened his own 16-piece ensemble in 1945. The distance between mainstream jazz (if not that new thing, “bebop”) and pop music for dancing was quite close then. Benny Goodman, Artie Shaw, Tommy Dorsey, Billy Eckstine, Tommy Dorsey,  Bob Wills, Ella Fitzgerald, Big Joe Turner and Louis Jordan were among the genuinely popular stars of jazz.  Otis could hang with them; he  drummed with Lionel Hampton on “Flyin’ Home” as the climax of a 1950 broadcast, 24 minutes into the program —

Etta James wanted to be Billie Holiday. Holiday’s influence is palpable in all of James’ ballad singing, including her version of “At Last” (originally recorded by Glenn Miller and his orchestra)  — it’s in the way Etta phrases, hesitating behind or jumping ahead of the beat, how she wrings lyrics for layers of meaning and employs all the qualities of her voice despite a fairy limited octave range for nuance. James won a Grammy for Mystery Lady: The Songs of Billie Holiday, and in her 2006 album All The Way she’s as credible with that Sinatra signature song as with Lennon’s “Imagine” and “What’s Goin’ On?” That’s a jazz artist’s adaptability. And though it was rare for her to record with swing-oriented backup, though she shouted out upbeat messages with gospel fervor rather than float through melodies like a horn, Etta James could improvise just fine, as when she joined Glady Knight and Chaka Khan, backed by B.B. King, in the Bessie Smith classic “T’aint Nobody’s Business,” which Billie Holiday also sang.

Otis and James were musicians who projected no pretense of performing high art, experimenting or abstracting.  They were on-the-road entertainers who, if they lacked probing and profound repertoire yet depended upon consistently performing real live music people would flock to and pay for night after night, everywhere, in pursuit of being made more relaxed, happier, less blue — transformed. Otis, in particular, was alert to trends in taste and the talented people who could fulfill listeners’ desires, and discovered several singers including Etta James but also Esther Phillips who brought jazz-derived edge to bluesy pop material. James was a balladeer for the working class, never very glamorous, often in her early work raunchy or a victim, but touching because she put emotions in her voice that rang so true.

Johnny Otis and Etta James may have ended up as the Godfather of R&B and the First Mama of Funky Stuff, but when they started those categories didn’t exist. They toiled in the fields of popular jazz. That they affected change in popular music coming from such background and never dishonoring it means, to me,  they were masterful enough to focus elements of the jazz arts into music of wide appeal, gathering audiences from across formerly divided demographic groups, turning definitions that hewed to conventions on their head.

Let me be clear: I am not suggesting that the National Endowment of the Arts issue posthumous honors holding up Johnny Otis and/or Etta James as embodiments of jazz originality or virtuosity. But I do submit that popular artists who employ jazz strategies, techniques, tactics, materials and values are also part of the jazz spectrum – as today the jazz industry (what’s left of it) and press (ditto) includes under the greater jazz umbrella, sometimes grudgingly, Kenny G., Boney James, Najee, Soul Live, Diana Krall, Tony Bennett, Jamie Cullum and countless others.

If we don’t, maybe we should. Because counting their sales boosts the bottom line on overall interest in jazz, and makes a mockery which is well-deserved of definitions which only have to do with marketing. Because playing them in a jazz radio show demonstrates the connections between the earthy and the esoteric. Because music is a stylistic continuum, and not series of separate bins.

If it’s vernacular music made in America since the 1920s, derived from African-American traditions and urban circumstances, engaging primarily with the marketplace rather than the academy or conservatory, depending upon knowledgable musicians to make it good in real time — then I say it’s fair to call it or at least reasonable to say it’s been informed by “jazz.” Whether you agree or not, please hail Johnny Otis and Etta James, find some of their music to listen to and dig.

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Who should the next NEA Jazz Masters be?

Who should be the next NEA Jazz Masters? With last night’s triumphant and deeply moving webcast of the NEA’s 2012 Jazz Masters induction ceremonies came welcome news the annual fellowships for these major American artists will continue — at least the financial awards of $25,000 per Master. More significant to many jazzers than the $ is the official government validation of the lives and careers of men and women which typically require substantial sacrifice and determination to create lasting, enriching marks. So who should the next honorees be?

Here’s the criteria for the Jazz Masters fellowships, and process of nomination, directly from the NEA’s website:

The NEA Jazz Masters Fellowship is a lifetime achievement award. The criteria for the fellowships are musical excellence and significance of the nominees’ contributions to the art of jazz. The Arts Endowment honors a wide range of styles while making the awards. There is also a special award given to a non-musician, the A.B. Spellman NEA Jazz Master Award for Jazz Advocacy, which is awarded to an individual who has made major contributions to the appreciation, knowledge, and advancement of jazz.

Fellowships are awarded to living artists on the basis of nominations from the general public and the jazz community. The recipients must be citizens or permanent residents of the United States. An individual may submit only one nomination each year, and nominations are made by submitting a one-page letter detailing the reasons that the nominated artist should receive an NEA Jazz Masters Fellowship. Nominations submitted to the Arts Endowment by the deadline are reviewed by an advisory panel of jazz experts and at least one knowledgeable layperson. Panel recommendations are forwarded to the National Council on the Arts, which then makes recommendations to the Chairman of the National Endowment for the Arts. Nominations remain active for five years, being reviewed annually during this period.

Lobbying may well help move the jazz experts’ advisory committee — the Jazz Institute of Chicago spearheaded a 10-year effort to get Jazz Master status for tenor saxophonist Von Freeman, who seemed to be at a disadvantage for having performed all but exclusively for decades in Chicago (where he anchored a thriving South Side scene and style, generating dozens of proteges, Rudresh Mahanthappa and Steve Coleman among them). But note that an individual can only make one nomination per year.

Remembering that Sam Rivers is one instance of an artist who should have received the designation, I’ve got my own list of deserving nominees — it starts with Eddie Palmieri – and wonder who’s on yours.

Eddie Palmieri in action – photo from artists’ management – credit sought – no copyright infringement intended

Let me know in the comments section, and let the NEA know by preparing a one-page letter explaining your nomination, in anticipation of a deadline for nominations being announced.

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NEA Jazz Masters @ Jazz at Lincoln Center live and webcast smash

The glory of living American jazz musicians filled Jazz at Lincoln Center last night to celebrate the 30th annual National Endowment of the Arts Jazz Masters fellowships — and some of the best news was the vitality of the music they played (webcast audio by WBGO and Sirius Radio, video at arts.gov).

Sheila Jordan, NEA Jazz Master – photo credit sought – no copyright infringement intended

But of equally significance immediately was spread of the word that the Jazz Masters program will indeed continue into the future in regards to financial awards for selected Masters, for sure.  As for celebratory ceremonies and productions such as the concert, press activities, luncheons and fellowship attending the 30th annual Jazz Masters awards, the future is less clear.

Here are some highlights of what I saw and heard:

  • Bobby Hutcherson, 72 and hooked to oxygen, sitting back from his vibes for brief rest between each chorus, ending his duo with pianist Kenny Barron improvising one of the most utterly spontaneous yet finely struck of final cadences.
  •  Frank Wess, turned 90 Jan. 4, blowing a tenor sax tribute to long gone but never forgot Lester Young, with young Benny Golson (83 on Jan. 25, 2012) fast on his tail.
  • Irrepressible class of 2012 Jazz Master Sheila Jordan, 83, playfully getting an audience to sing along with her, “Bird!” and returning to scat with ’12 JM Jimmy Owens playing flugelhorn on Ornette Coleman’s jaunty “When Will The Blues Leave?” — driven by ’12 JM Jack DeJohnette, tethered by long-ago-named JM bassist Ron Carter, and with Ornette himself (a JM of course) listening from a front row.

This was music full of fun, a sense of possibility and jauntiness — nothing old fashioned about it, though sure enough a blues.

A few minutes earlier Owens had played a touching unaccompanied flugelhorn solo on “Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen,” which he dedicated to the late Dr. Billy Taylor — having first lambasted New York City’s jazz performance clubs for reneging on promises purportedly made to a jazz musicians’ pension fund. His blunt indictment might have seemed out of place at a fete of lifetime achievement, had not Jack DeJohnette in his acceptance speech cited today’s turbulence as like that of the ’60s when he began his jazz career, and had ’12 JM Charlie Haden, who stayed home for medical reasons, not earned a rep for similar truth to power with protests that got him arrested in Portugal, and that resulted in his classic Liberation Music Orchestra album.

Wynton Marsalis, named an NEA Jazz Master along with his father Ellis and brothers Branford, Jason and Delfayo in 2011, sat in the trumpet section of his Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra, backing the performing masters as necessary and delivering substantially swinging versions of big band works by Count Basie and Benny Carter. There was an ostensible bridging of generations in this Jazz Masters concert, as young up ‘n’ comers Grace Kelly, Kris Bowers and Ambrose Akinmasure with older Masters Phil Woods, Wess-Golson and Liebman/Carter/DeJohnette, respectively. Altoist Kelly could aspire to Woods’ naturalness, Bowers seemed more Monk- than Basie-like, and Akinmasure didn’t make a strong impression, though Liebman did, squeezing sardonic squiggles out of his soprano saxophone as if putting his reed under the most intense pressure.

There were other nice moments, like Hubert Laws’ rippling low notes against Ron Carter’s upright bass. Some nice moments of speech — as when Stanley Crouch, presenting the award who, like Von Freeman, wasn’t attending for health reasons, spoke of empathy as the essence of jazz.

The Jazz Masters ceremonies, including press conference and photoshoot, luncheons, rehearsals as well as the two and a half-hour concert performed by Masters and Wynton Marsalis’s Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra, are the occasion of an amazing gathering of living, aging yet still active jazz masters. At a photo shoot before the concert, Randy Weston, Ahmad Jamal, Muhal Richard Abrams, Annie Ross, Toshiko Akiyoshi, Lee Konitz (seemingly recuperated from a medical crisis last summer), Jimmy Scott (wearing one perfectly white shoe, one sneaker, and in a chair), Paquito d’Rivera, Candido, Laws, Carter, Jordan, Woods, Coleman, Sheila Jordan, DeJohnette, George Wein, George Avakian, Gunther Schuller, Dan Morgenstern, Yusef Lateef, Jimmy Heath, Joe Wilder, Roy Haynes . . .  They posed for a formal portrait, then broke and let in NEA officers and about half the music photojournalists in the tri-state area (Jack Vartoogian, Norm Harris, Alan Nahigian, Mitchell Seidel, Frank Stewart, etc.) It was most entertaining.

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NEA Jazz Masters concert webcast, program to continue

photos from NEA Arts.gov unless otherwise credited

The National Endowment of the Arts, formally inducting its 30th class of  “Jazz Masters” with a concert at Jazz at Lincoln Center January 10 2012 that is being webcast live on WBGO Jazz 88.3FM  and SiriusXM Satellite Radio’s Real Jazz Channel XM67, (starting at 7:30 pm ET) has announced that Jazz Masters will again be named and receive honoraria of $25,000 in 2013.

Although this blog reported last February that the NEA 2012 budget had cut out the Jazz Masters program, as well as awards for American Folk Heritage and Opera artists, “the program will continue awarding $25,000 fellowships annually,” public affairs specialist Sally Gifford responded to our query via e-mail. In July (2011), also as reported here,  the House Budget Committee directed the NEA to restore funding for the Jazz Masters and the Folk Heritage initiatives — though not the opera grant. However, there has been no public announcement of that directive being implemented until now. “Details about the 2013 NEA Jazz Masters celebration will be posted on arts.gov as soon as they are available,” Ms. Gifford’s email continued.

Including the 2012 inductees — bassist Charlie Haden, drummer Jack DeJohnette, vocalist Sheila  Jordan,  trumpeter Jimmy
Owens and saxophonist Von Freeman

photo by Michael Jackson

— the NEA has endorsed 124 jazz musicians and activist-supporters as genuine “Jazz Masters.”

Masters are nominated by the general public, but selected by a small panel of experts convened by the NEA. Most recently, Jazz Masters designations and the financial gift have been by some monetary support for their tours and educational activities.

Jazz Masters are profiled with brief videos and audio interviews produced and posted by the NEA.

My favorites of the new classes’ recordings:

Charlie Haden: Closeness Duets (w/ Ornette Coleman, Alice Coltrane, Keith Jarrett,  Paul Motian); Liberation Music Orchestra (little big group agit-prop! thanks to Carla Bley et al)

Von Freeman: Have No Fear (just the way he sounded, brimming),  Lester Leaps In (classic Chicago cast: pianist Jodie Christian, bassist Eddie de Haas, drfummer Wilbur Campbell);

Sheila Jordan: Portrait of Sheila (1963, early flowering of her genius)  Jazz Child , my how she’s grown!

Jack DeJohnette New Directions (w/ Lester Bowie, John Abercrombie, Eddie Gomez); Song X (Pat Metheny with Ornette Coleman), The Blessing (with Gonzalo Rubalcaba and Charlie Haden)

Jimmy Owens: Jimmy Owens (1976, when he was baaaad),  One More – Music of Thad Jones (all star small group, great arrangements of swell tunes, warm tribute, 2005)

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Josef Skvorecky, novelist of jazz = freedom & creativity, RIP

Josef Skvorecky’s The Bass Saxophone is one of a handful of fine novels identifying the extraordinary powers of jazz as an art form, a process, a heritage — which makes it more than something to listen or dance to. Several obits for the Czech writer (d. Jan 3, age 87) who was long exiled in Canada have failed to mention his admiration and understanding of this American gift to the world, but the Atlantic Monthly gives him his due.

Like Milan Kundera and Vaclav Havel, Skvorecky infused his depictions of a jazz-inflected cultural underground in opposition to tyrannical, absurdly bureaucratized government with sly, corrosive humor. Not surprisingly, he also wrote detective stories and  essays on literature, politics, jazz and the movies, including one that links Kafka to jazz (which I haven’t read but shall immediately).

Josef Skvorecky – Halligonia.ca

Hats off to this author, who translated Dashiell Hammett into Czeck and took it upon himself to become a publisher of other dissident writers. Skvorecky demonstrated how the arts produced in the 20th century urban U.S. have relevance far bey0nd our borders, which should remind we who live here not only that those arts have been pretty significant, but that they remain so in the present and for the looming future, both abroad and right at home.

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Arts presenters – jazzers, journalists included – kick of ’12 in NYC

The New Year starts bang! with performing arts presenters, artists and the journalists who cover them convening —  GlobalFest world music and  Winter Jazzfest musicians’ showcases — the NEA Jazz Masters fête  and shortly thereafter the  Chamber Music America conference, all in NYC. As pres of the Jazz Journalists Association, I’m happy to announce a four-session mini-conference on Media for Audience Development taking place (free to the public, registration requested) within the larger Association of Performing Arts Presenters convention Jan. 6 – 8 at the midtown Sheraton Hotel and Towers, followed by a panel on Social Media in Practice at the Chamber Music America conference (at the Westin Hotel in Times Square) on Jan. 14.

The JJA sessions are rather different from the  day-long DIY Crash Course, which seems to be oriented as an overview of the jazz industry for artists, being presented by JazzTimes magazine on Jan. 5 in collaboration with APAP just before its convention (same site). The JJA is focusing on how presenters and artists — not only or necessarily in jazz — can/should use media. See my guest posting on the APAP blog for details about what the JJA is doing and why we think it’s necessary.

But in a nutshell: There’s no reaching and building audiences unless presenters and artists collaborate with journalists who are media experts (or at least, professionally proficient) to deal with how people get their information and form their interests in the arts now. Large audiences are out there — think of Oprah’s reach. Too mega for most of us, but there’s something about the relationships her vast audience  assumes with her. Relationships, now better than ever fostered through media, is what audience-buidling is about. So what can we learn about that, what will we share, how can we work together?

Sorry, Oprah’s not scheduled at the JJA, APAP or CMA meetings. However, a stellar cast of panelists, guest speakers and moderators have been lined up, including —

    • Michael Geller, executive director of the American Composers Orchestra on commissioning video portraits of programmed composers;
    •  Josh Jackson, producer for NPR and WBGO of  The Checkout  on social media postings to a developed fan base;
    • John Seroff of GreenHouse Publicity and
    • Scott Mehinick of Improvised Communications/JazzDIY — both regarding pr now
    • Jo Ann Kawell of Ozmotic Media and the JJA’s eyeJAZZ initiative re online media 2.0
    • Susan Brink of Unexpected Venues and the JJA’s eyeJAZZ initiative;
    • George Moorer, producer/director & Greg Thomas, former host,  Jazz It Up! tv;
    • Jeremy Robins, filmmaker-educator who created the ACO’s composers’ portraits;
    • Michal Shapiro, Huffington Post videoblogger;
    • Yvonne Ervin, editor Hot House, exec director of the Western Jazz Presenters Network, vice president of the JJA;
    • John Gilbreath, Earshot Jazz (Seattle);
    • Doron Sadja of Roulette (Brooklyn);
    • Marguerite Horberg of Portoluz (Chicago);
    • Giovanni Russonello of CapitalBop.com (Washington D.C.);
    • Mark Christman of Ars Nova Workshop (Philadelphia);
    • Daniel Maurer, editor of The Local East Village;
    • Steve Smith, music editor of Time Out New York.

The assumption of the Media for Audio Development mini-conference is that artists, presenters and media adepts (journalists, content providers, etc. who spread word, sound, image and

Jazz Journalists Association

thought throughout far-flung spheres of culture) all crave more engagement with more of the public. We believe that if we’re in contact they’ll attend our events, support our productions, learn about and maybe join the ongoing discussion about the arts in our lives, which now using new technologies can have greater reach and inclusion than every before. The audience and us are one, of course. And those new technologies which we’re almost all using? Right now they are are asserting irreversible influence on every art form. if not changing the nature of art itself.

Becoming our own media-makers – putting video spotlight on the arts – what works and what doesn’t – hyperlocal and global platforms: these programs are free to all but space is limited so registration is requested (and does not by itself admit anyone into the APAP convention conference). Questions? President@jazzjournalists.org.

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Wynton at his best streaming Jelly Roll & Satchmo live tonight + controversy

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Wynton Marsalis plays the immortal jazz of Jelly Roll Morton and Louis Armstrong tonight  (Dec 29) 7:30 pm & 10:00 pm ET on Facebook and Livestream  live from Dizzy’s Club Coca-Cola in Jazz at Lincoln Center, NYC. This is repertoire that the newly named CBS cultural correspondent relives better than anyone else, and it’s great to hear material written for the Hot Peppers, Hot Fives  and Sevens in 2011, 80 to 90 years since it was the very newest music in the world.

I highly recommend checking this out — free, after all — but I must report there’s been honest debate about whether WM’s new status as a cultural commentator is a good or a bad thing for jazz — never mind “jazz journalism” — and whether my facebook post “endorsement” of Wynton as having a “raging curiosity about . .  the entire range of human expression”  is ironic or not. Here it is in it’s entirety: you decide —

“Wynton Marsalis’ raging curiosity about music of every sort, and his open mind about art forms presenting the entire range of human expression, are sure to stand him in good stead as he assumes the position of arts pundit for CBS News. Among jazzers, Dr. Billy Taylor has ever had such responsibilities before — I can think of no film director, choreographer, fiction writer or visual artist who has ever been hired for this job (but if you know of someone, please fill me in).”

from left, Tim Schneckloth, Howard Mandel, Neil Tesser; photo © Lauren Deutsch

My longtime colleague and long ago frontline mate Chicago-based critic Neil Tesser called me out about this —

 “Raging curiosity about music of every sort?” I think you’re giving him a bit of a pass here, pal. This is the same Wynton who shaped Ken Burns’s “Jazz” into a reactionary, past-besotted series that ignored the quarter-century of music leading up to its production. And the same Wynton Marsalis who berated Miles while lashing out at anything that didn’t “swing” New Orleans-style. I happen to greatly respect Wynton for his talent, his accomplishments, his ability to connect with audiences, and his telegenic presence, and I think these may make him a fine successor to Dr. Taylor in his new role. But let’s not ascribe to him a quality that has seemed in short supply during much of his tenure as America’s jazz spokesperson.

And I wrote back, “Irony is SO hard to express in print.” One correspondent kudo’d my “bone dry” assessment, but another said he thought I’d endorsed the hiring 100%. Bartender, another shot of ambiguity, please — on the rocks!

Now about Marsalis’s status update:

“Can’t be good,” wrote Tom Blatt, bassist and sculptor  (whose stated political motto is Quincy Adams Wagstaff’s immortal “Whatever it is, I’m against it.” )

Sculpture by Tom Blatt

To which responded Larry Appelbaum, a not-only-virtual friend and colleague (the man who found the Monk/Coltrane Carnegie Hall recordings in the Library of Congress!),

sure it can. it might not be what you like or what you might prefer, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be good. and i’ll bet it does some good, too. . .

whining about Wynton is a tedious cliche. trash him if you want, but i think it’s great that CBS has created such a position not relegated to a magazine entertainment show, but as part of their news division.

Mary Jane Leach, a composer I met in the ’80s around Phill Niblock’s Experimental Intermedia loft concerts, wrote,

I’ll agree with raging, but not the curiosity part. He’s probably the most actively disliked musician I know of.

James Hale, jazz journalist from Ottawa, a pal and former vice president of the JJA, wrote:

 I wonder if he’ll cover female artists since he clearly doesn’t think much of them as bandmates.

At least the Banff School and the Kennedy Center made forward-looking choices [pianists Vijay Iyer and Jason Moran, respectively]. CBS? Conservative and predictable.

Many more lively, informed, nuanced, strong! comments — from Pamela Firefly, Frank Feldman, Eugene Holly, Steve Dollar, Jon Arnold, James Keepnews, Gerald Cox, Dita Sullivan, Chuck Byers, Joyce Byers Hines, Chuck Zeuren, among others. Several suggested we wait and see, expect the best or assume Wynton will be fine (anyway, better than no one).

That’s ok by me and what we do anyway. But imagine Dylan hired by CBS News cultural commentator, or Toni Morrison, Patti Smith, Ya Yo Ma, David Simon (my choice), Prince (would be interesting), Sean Combs . . . Speculating on such “newscasts” is half some fun.

I second a hope expressed by Michael Rosenthal, an East Villager I met holed up in a summer camp writing short stories (we both were) a couple decades back

Maybe Wynton will experience an epiphany on the road to Black Rock, and rise to speak in harmolodics.

At first I thought “black rock”, like Vernon Reid and Greg Tate espouse and,

Black Rock

uh, that won’t happen. But no! Black Rock as in  “30 Rock” for CBS.

Wynton has spoken in harmolodics – I’ve heard it live – with representatives of Ornette and sometimes the visionary himself in the house. One of Wynton’s greatest strengths is his command of a breadth of the genuine musical elements, details, patterns, necessities — the how to?s and why?s — of a broad swath of American and Western European music, up to and including Ornette (who his father Ellis had sought out when both were young). In the early ’80s when Wynton arose, he sounded like second great quintet/pre-electric mid ’60s Miles, but he has since turned into a devotee of Armstrong and Ellington (and Ellington trumpeters like Bubber Miley, Rex Stewart), their scores and improvisations, image projections and  career developments, historical contexts and personal milieus.

I’ve heard Wynton play entire evening-long programs of rarely heard repertoire by JR Morton and John Coltrane, both convincingly, with style and passion appropriate to their distinctly different purposes, in the course of one week. He can recreate Ellington’s compositions to a fare-the-well and has some very strong instincts for interpreting the works of Thelonious Monk. A half dozen years ago I heard him play one beautiful, evidently spontaneous concert coda at Alice Tully Hall — a single unaccompanied chorus of “Embraceable You” frought with imaginative and immediate flights of melodic romance. I’ve heard him rip it up at Newport, I’ve laughed with his score to Tune In Tomorrow. He has hands-on made JALC the foremost branded, authoritative and far-reaching enterprise jazz has had from its beginning to this day.

I don’t listen to Wynton’s music for my own pleasure, but I know others do. To my taste, what he does can seem fussy, uptight, precious. I wish more people knew about an listened to Don Cherry, Red Allen, Clifford Brown, Lester Bowie, Freddie Hubbard, besides living cats —  Ron Miles, Cuong Vu, Taylor Ho Bynum, Ingrid Jensen, Brian Lynch, Kermit Ruffins, Ron Horton come to mind. But over almost 30 years of observation, I’ve learned: Do not underestimate Wynton Marsalis.

Still, Wynton has prejudices and blind spots, especially since he is so personally identified with certain interests — financial, aesthetic and otherwise — of the arts and entertainments. He is party to many of the specific issues of arts and culture developments upon which a cultural commentator specializing in “jazz” in the 21st century might be expected to expound. Expound, Wynton will. Whether his information and analysis will be more pertinent than that of a lesser-engaged, potentially more aggressively investigative observer? I suppose it depends upon the hypothetical observer. If it were me. . .

I know it’s not, it won’t be. Face it: Wynton’s got accomplishments, position, personality, talent, dedicated energy beyond most of the rest of us. We live in his world. Here’s the entirety of my CityArts column late last October on Wynton turning 50. It was not put on the web by City Arts itself, otherwise I would have posted it earlier.

The King at 50

Wynton Marsalis is indisputably the reigning King of Jazz. Trumpeter, composer, soloist and orchestra leader, artistic director of Jazz at Lincoln Center, NEA Jazz Master, visitor to the White House, international ambassador of American music, the King celebrated his 50th birthday on October 18.

The event was heralded by a hour long PBS broadcast (of a two-hour concert, all streamed live and archived for free viewing at PBS.org) at the Rose Theater in the fabulous JALC facilities he had designed to jazz specifications and built in the fifth floor of the Time Warner Center; it opened in 2004. As Movado, the watchmakers Marsalis endorses, noted in its half-page New York Times ad celebrating his half-century, he’s sold seven million records, won nine Grammys and the Pulitzer Prize. He’s been on tv, written books, lectured at Harvard. He looks fit, speaks with eloquence and charming modesty and can play up a storm. As Mel Brooks has noted, “It’s good to be King.”

And yet one wonders: How heavy sits the crown?

Marsalis was coronated more than 25 years, upon winning Grammys for both jazz and classical recordings, something no one did before, in 1984. His administration has a conservative aesthetic, as he’s cast himself in the lineage of Louis Armstrong and Duke Ellington, exemplary models from the past century. Yet he’s shouldered responsibilities no previous jazzer ever faced. Neither Pops nor Duke ever presided over a $42 million annual budget, as Marsalis does – in wise collaboration, evidently – at Jazz at Lincoln Center.

The King came up at a cultural turning point, when the opposing musical camps of disco and punk rock gave way to rap and pop-as-mostly-easy-listening-pap. Back then the frontlines of jazz were in commercial disarray, still-great veterans like Art Blakey (one of his mentors) and Miles Davis (who Marsalis took as the king to oust) in their last years. Record companies were eager to profit from reissues of classic records in a spanking new format, the CD. However, Columbia Records got behind the young prince, as did Lincoln Center. The rest is history.

Marsalis was originally and has remained dismissive of electric jazz, funk and much of the avant-garde, rallying his forces around the flag of swing, blues and ballads. A proud scion of New Orleans, he positioned himself as a race man for serious strivers at a time when more black Americans were becoming prominent in the bourgeoisie. His attitudes were attractive, as was his tailored style, especially as his virtuosity supported his claims.

Over the years, his attitudes have mellowed, but virtuosity has been a keystone of his career, matched by discipline and ambition. Recording prodigiously, touring non-stop with the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra, collaborating with everyone from Peter Martins to Eric Clapton, actively promoting the revival of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina and mentoring a generation of youngsters who’ve risen through jazz ranks, the King has labored with only a brief break in 2006 to recover from laser surgery on his lip. Putting aside classical repertoire, he’s demonstrated instrumental mastery across the range of jazz, credibly addressing works by Jelly Roll Morton, John Coltrane, bebop, Western swing, Latin jazz and Ornette Coleman.

The King is a brilliant trumpeter, always impassioned and capable of stunning nuance. During his broadcast birthday performance he was omnipresent and omnipotent, emerging from his big band with plunger mute in hand for a horn solo employing an early-jazz vocabulary of growls and smooches. He presented sections from his major works “Blood on the Tracks,” “All Rise” and “Abyssinian 200,” stronger for being excerpted from lengthy scores; they can be ponderous when offered up whole. He generously featured loyal members of his Orchestra, as well as singer Gregory Porter, fiddler Mark O’Connor, tap dancer Jared Grimes, Damien Sneed’s Chorale Le Chateau and Ghanian drummer Yacoub Addy with his ensemble Odadda!, who provided an authentically African-derived “Ring Shout” and upbeat finale during which the entire cast second-lined into the wings.

Most tellingly, Marsalis dueted with pianist Marcus Roberts, his longtime confederate, jamming on “Delfeayo’s Dilemna” like jazz has no bounds – which is hasn’t. After working up a sweat, Marsalis pshawed it, commenting that they’d played like that when they were young but had decided jazz needs more melody. Wait: There was melody, engagement and excitement about the unknown, still, in what the two men did. It was nothing to be ashamed of, to fancy up or trim for some protocol of propriety. And it was hot, which his formal works aren’t.

That Wynton Marsalis has it in him to blow like that makes me ask, if the man needs a holiday. Does he want to be free? If so, then he should be! Do as you will, Wynton, play like the free man you are! You rule jazz, not a castle. And live long that way, King.

Obviously, Wynton has ignored me. He needs no vacation. He thrives on being busy, productive and responsible. He is at the helm of an expanding empire, as Jazz at Lincoln Center plans a Dizzy’s Club at the St. Regis hotel in Doha, Qatar

St. Regis Hotel in Doha, Qatar

is not enough to compose and play, tour and teach, curate and consult, endorse and advance the art form — he will now be the first “cultural commentator” to be so-hired by a television network in the U.S. Who knows what his beat is, his mission, his point? Wynton will define it. The King at 50 is not at rest. That’s my last word on the subject this year.

 

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Inside, outside and beyond jazz heroes Sam Rivers & Don Pullen together

Sam Rivers and Don Pullen performed together — I had completely forgotten. “Capricorn Rising” is an 11-minute almost entirely duet track from a 1975 album of the same name. And in the ensemble Roots the two were joined by saxophonists Arthur Blythe, Chico Freeman and Nathan Davis, bassist Santi Debriano and drummer Idris Muhammad, recording the album Stablemates and captured on video, playing “Lester Leaps In” — perfect example of stretching “jazz” while honoring it (name those quotes and allusions!).

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Don Pullen, late pianist with an arts exhibit tribute

December 26 is a birthday I share with some great musicians — John Scofield and the late Quinn Wilson, for two. But yesterday I was thinking of a Christmas baby: pianist Don Pullen, 12/25/45- 4/22/95. A Don Pullen Arts Exhibit opens today in Roanoke, VA, his home town, produced by the Jefferson Center and Harrison Museum of African American Art, and that’s a fine tribute. But I hate to think that Pullen’s music may be falling out of consciousness or access.

His very first records with drummer Milford Graves are extremely rare (self-produced, from a concert at Yale, as Nommo), and so is some of the brilliant playing he did with others, like A Well Kept Secret by drummer Beaver Harris’ 360 Degree Experience, with bari saxist Hamiett Bluett. Pullen’s most prominent position in someone else’s ensemble was his stint with Charles Mingus resulting in the albums Changes One and Changes Two, leading after Mingus’ death to a quartet with saxophonist George Adams, bassist Cameron Brown and drummer Dannie Richmond. I think Pullen’s finest album may be The Sixth Sense, for which I wrote liner notes. After writing a Down Beat feature about Pullen, I was invited to the residency at the Yellow Springs Institute where he organized his breakthrough African Brazillian Connection, and I annotated a couple of more albums, including Sacred Common Ground, on which he forged a bridge between jazz and Native American drumming/chanting by the Chief Cliff Singers. In ’97 I wrote notes to The Best of Don Pullen: The Blue Note Years, which perhaps can serve as an introduction, a valedictory, a spur to remembering. The man had music in his soul.

At his best—and at the piano, he was always at his best — Don Pullen was peerless. The proof endures in these grooves: nine original pieces which Pullen, with dedicated compatriots, realized during the last phase of his career, a seven-year association with Blue Note Records. Exhibiting his consistently virtuosic level of subtlety, elegance and sheer excellence, this compilation album is an admirable introduction, rather than a summation, of a person’s musical expression that’s rich with light, insight and grace for whomsoever is lucky enough to listen.

It is music of a multitude of dimensions, as Don was an inspired keyboard artist, an unforgetttable improviser, a composer of many tuneful and moving themes, a daring band leader and an impeccable accompanist. It’s music which — from its moment of creation, evermore — bears its makers’ intensity, ultimately joyous spirit, and hard-won wisdom regarding life. Pullen’s playful lines, his fully voiced chords and his unique keyboard glisses contain and releasefeelings through vivid narrative, insightful portraiture and probing reminiscence. Pullen’s pieces seem to allow him to sing arias, drum thunder, joust, feast and love across an ocean of octaves, to reach from his childhood in Roanoke, Virginia to far beyond his death in New York in 1995.

Hear: Powerful rhythms pulse up from the ground beneath Pullen’s feet through his wiry, upright and eventually swaying torso (he might be wearing ankle bells, a hiply cut future-suit, or a torreador’s brocaded black jacket and tailored slacks), down his muscled forearms, into his strong wrists, cigar-thick fingers, calloused tips, palms and hand-heels. Those rhythms summon and are shaped by impulses from Pullen’s heart and soul, providing the power of the bright-skipping, soon sweeping clusters he rains upon the keys. Never more than a few beats into a chorus, musical ideas start to stream from Pullen, flowing towards us with solace and cheer. Here’s music to bask in, to absorb and recall.

By 1979, when Don Pullen came to record his Blue Note debut (Breakthrough, by the Don Pullen-George Adams Quartet, a collective drummer Dannie Richmond liked to brag that he led, and bassist Cameron Brown supported as a stalwart oak), he was a mature jazzman, age 36, accomplished if not completely fulfilled. Son of a Southern family, with a background in gospel church music, semi-classical parlor recitals and soul music studio sessions and encouragement from Muhal Richard Abrams, co-founder of Chicago’s Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians, Pullen had made his mark as a member of the mid ’60s New York City underground. He’d debuted on ESP Disks with multi-instrumentalist Guiseppi Logan, and independently issued ferocious, exhaustive duets with drummer Milford Graves taped live-in-concert at Yale University. In 1971, Pullen left his steady gig with Nina Simone to join Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers briefly and land in the final great ensemble led by bassist Charles Mingus. A Mingus band member until ’75, he appears on Changes One and Changes Two.

All the while Don took gigs under his own name: appearing unadvertised, often on organ, in black clubs of New York’s Harlem and nearby New Jersey, recording solo for a Canada’s Sackville label and Japanese Trio, some spotty combo albums for Atlantic and several adventurous productions for Italy’s Black Saint-Soul Note combine. In the process he’d become a pre-eminent figure in avant gut-bucket and new world/jazz/blues circles, collaborating with Hamiet Bluiett, David Murray, Beaver Harris, John Scofield, Olu Dara, the Art Ensemble of Chicago (Fundamental Destiny) and Kip Hanrahan, among many others.

Tenor saxophonist George Adams, who Pullen had brought to Mingus, painted in similarly vibrant hues (evident in both burning and ballad idioms), and after Mingus’s demise the Pullen-Adams (Richmond/Brown) Quartet cut 10 albums over 10 years, their final two for Blue Note. When Dannie Richmond died and Adams fell ill, Pullen set out to establish his trio with New Beginnings  (here represented by its title track and “Jana’s Delight,” probably Pullen’s finest romp). A happy studio meeting with bassist Gary Peacock and drummer Tony Williams, New Beginnings raised Pullen’s visibility and furthered his songwriting rep. Random Thoughts, its follow up with his working-band bassist Jame Genus and drummer Lewis Nash, also comprised all original melodies (including “Andre’s Ups and Downs” for his son, and “Indio Gitano”) that depicted people and places near and dear to Don.

In 1990, through a grant administered by the Yellow Spring Institute of Art in Chester Springs, PA, Pullen was afforded a unique opportunity to further his global musical explorations.

“I’ve always had an affinity for Latin music and African music,” he explained at the end of a two-week residency during which he’d convened the African Brazilian Connection, a band which embraced musicians from Cameroon, Panama, Sao Paulo and Senegal. “The very first composition I ever wrote when I was a kid was a samba, or something like that. I play those tunes very easily, and they feel very good. The music of Brazil and flamenco and the music we play in America — blues and jazz and so forth — all has its roots in Africa. That’s why we can all play together.”

Following the ABC’s three albums and tour of Europe, as well as the diagnosis of his terminal disease and an initial course of treatment, Pullen pursued the musical threads that link all peoples to Sacred Common Ground, a historic collaboration with the Chief Cliff Singers, Native Americans from the Salish-Kootenai Reservation in Montana. “Reservation Blues,” co-writtten by Pullen and the Singers’ leader Mike Kenmille, turns on what I remember from the session itself as not an edit but a perfect fermata. At the end of the Indians’ chanting there’s a pregnant pause . . then, picking up the same earth beat, Don rolls out a long blue road under the moans and protests of alto saxophonist Carlos Ward and trombonist Joe Bowie, atop the pocket of bassist Santi Debriano and drummer J.T. Lewis, accented by percussionist Mor Thiam.

Pullen’s playing there, and the grandeur of his ABC’s track “El Matador,” suggests something of his resistence of the mediocre and the debilitating, his ferocious will to create a beautiful, enduring mark. Perhaps no piece from Pullen’s oeuvre so aptly shows his sublime touch, delicacy and sense of emotional nuance as his unaccompanied rendition of “Ode To Life,” which ends this collection. Originally written and dedicated to George Adams, this rendition was its composer’s meditation on his own mortality, and proceeds through a range of moods to come to rest in serenity.

The Best of Don Pullen: The Blue Notes Years represents a heartfelt selection of the man’s music by some of the people who were closest to him, notably his companion Jana Haimisohn, his agent Eric Hanson, his children André (his eldest), Don Jr., Tracy and Keith and his Blue Note producer Michael Cuscuna. It’s just a fraction of Pullen’s best, though, about an eighth of his Blue Note output — substantial, yet just a step in taking his full measure.

What retrospective, however complete, can ever take an artist’s full measure? Here’s my standard: I still very much enjoy listening to Don Pullen.

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Sam Rivers remembered, recommended

Sam Rivers – en.wikipedia.org

Sax and flutist Sam Rivers called me a few months back, out of the blue, from his home near Orlando. “This is Sam Rivers,” he announced, Oklahoma-born voice at age 89 88 somewhat husky
but energized — like his horn sounds. “I want to say I’ve played jazz with everybody from T-Bone Walker to Dizzy Gillespie, and never had a grant or government funding or anything. That’s all.” A fair if woefully incomplete summation of a 60+ year musical career. Sam Rivers died yesterday (Dec. 26, 2011/b. 9/25/23), and below I point to some of his recorded highlights.

Riveres rang off, and when I called back he didn’t answer. He’d made his statement. Without being formally recognized by the National Endowment of the Arts as a Jazz Master, though he sure was one, without a Grammy though he recorded a couple of dozen memorable and thoroughly original albums of his own original material and was nominated in both 1999 and 2000, in terms of recent honors Rivers had only the 2004 Jazz Journalists Association Jazz Award for reissue of the year, Fuscia Swing Song. In his remarks back then from the stage of B.B. King’s Blues Club, he had explained that the album, his debut on Blue Note Records, wasn’t what he’d intended but the last-minute substitution of songs he’d been playing since the 40s for some new compositions producer Alfred Lion didn’t like.

Fuscia Swing Song is a gutsy, bluesy and sometimes tender whirl, driven by drummer Tony Williams (then 19 years old), bassist Ron Carter and pianist Jaki Byard. It was the first of a series of Blue Note classics Rivers led, my second favorite to Contours, on which he plays flute as well as tenor, on the composition “Euterpe“ creating a beguiling blend on the melody with trumpeter Freddie Hubbard. He also contributed significantly to vibist Bobby Hutcherson’s Dialogue and pianist Andrew Hill’s Change. That was a peak era for the Blue Note label, issuing album after album of inside-outside jazz beyond jazz.

Sam Rivers and Dave Holland – twitter.com

Rivers was great at playing with others, distinguishing his place but respecting a zone of interaction: hear him contrast with Anthony Braxton on Dave Holland’s masterpiece Conference of the Birds (Holland was always a firm but flexible anchor for Rivers). Hear him challenge Miles Davis In Tokyo, hear him twine with Wayne Shorter on Tony Williams’ Spring, hear him meld with organist Larry Young on Into Something, inspire pianist Jason Moran on Black Stars, embrace and transform secularized Jewish motifs on Steve Bernstein’s Diaspora Blues. Considering the complex density of River’s big band writing on Crystals, the depth of his improvisations on piano and soprano sax as well as flute and tenor on his live trio albums Streams and Hues, the brilliance of the Studio Rivbea All-Star Orchestra he had convened at his landmark Manhattan jazz loft (where Wildflowers: The New York Jazz Loft Sessions were recorded in the 1970s) as documented in Inspiration and Culmination, those Grammy-nominated works released, the mastery with which he met Cecil Taylor in Nuits de la Foundation Maeght  (I have privately recorded evidence of Taylor’s quartet with Rivers, alto saxist Jimmy Lyons and drummer Andrew Cyrille — hot stuff!)  and the fact that Rivers continued leading a big band and trio, writing and improvising, traveling occasionally (I last heard him at the Vision Festival X, which gave him a lifetime achievement celebration in 2006), and the sheer live-loving enthusiasm of his writing and playing, it sometimes seemed like he could do everything and would do so forever.

Sam Rivers at Vision Fest, 2006 – photo credit sought. No copyright infringement intended.

No one can do everything forever, but Rivers tried. My friends and colleagues Geoff Himes and Kevin Whitehead write well about Rivers on his website, www.Rivbea.com. Here are the liner notes I wrote for Inspiration:

Sam Rivers avows that Dizzy Gillespie– a jazz artist clearly worthy of all accolades — is his main man. But for countless new music devotees, deep-dyed players and listeners alike, Sam Rivers himself is great Inspiration.

A distinguished composer, a wondrous multi-instrumentalist, an indefatigable ensemble leader and an enduring free spirit, Rivers has lived the entire second half of the 20th century on jazz’s creative edge, and at age 77 come up his most forward-looking work yet. A “representation” (each performance guaranteed different) of seven compositions (of more than a hundred) that Rivers says could easily run 50 minutes each, his RCA Victor debut album Inspiration pours forth as a symphony of undreamt sounds. Along its course, it shifts like colors through a prism, unfolds and refolds like forms in a kaleidoscope, and ceaselessly paints vivid backgrounds against which rugged soloists swing free.

Featuring his own kinky, long, exploratory and vocal-like lines on tenor and soprano saxophones and flute, Rivers also showcases some of the most daring blowers in jazz land, including after his turn on soprano on the opening cut, “Vine” (in suspected order) alto saxophonists Steve Coleman (who also produced and mixed this record) and Greg Osby, trumpeters James Zollar and Ralph Alessi, tenor saxists Chico Freeman and Gary Thomas, trombonist Ray Anderson, tubaist Bob Stewart, and a young Florida-based rhythm team, bassist Doug Matthews and drummer Anthony Cole. Since Sam Rivers’ Rivbea All-tar Orchestra comprises also trumpeters Ravi Best and Baikida Carroll, trombonists Joseph Bowie and Art Baron, baritone saxophonist Hamiet Blueitt and Joseph Daley on baritone (brass) horn, aficionados will have a field trying to identify each individually distinctive player called on to hurtle through the bracing ensembles and wide-open spaces of these charts.

It’s especially gratifying that The Inspiration  seems so new, fresh and free while it simply furthers the reach of music issuing Rivers, an American artist who’s confounded styles, genres and fads for generations.

From age four, when he picked out tunes on his music-steeped family’s piano in his Elko, Oklahoma home, through salad days in Boston, where he attended New England Conservatory and labored to forge his voice on gigs with locals Jaki Byard, Serge Chaloff and Herb Pomeroy and tours as sideman for T-Bone Walker, among others, Rivers has always had a vision. Reportedly “too advanced” for Miles Davis to keep in his band (succeeding Coltrane!), Rivers nonetheless brought his protégé, teen drummer Tony Williams, to the trumpeter, and went on to record a slew of pace-setting records with Williams, Jaki Byard, Ron Carter, Elvin Jones, Herbie Hancock, Andrew Hill, Freddie Hubbard, Wayne Shorter, and other ’60s vanguardists. In 1964 and ’65, Rivers burst out via Blue Note Records on his own Fuchsia Swing Song and Contours, (1965), Williams’ Spring  (with Wayne Shorter) and Grant Green’s Into Something! Miles Davis’ Live In Tokyo with Rivers prominent was recorded then, too.

In the late ’60s Rivers establishing himself in New York City, joined pianist Cecil Taylor’s Unit and opened the fabled jazz loft Studio Rivbea, which he and his wife Beatrice maintained for more than a decade. Internationally renown during the ’70s for his galvanizing trio performances, Rivers, fellow saxist Anthony Braxton and drummer Barry Altschul contributed to a classic on bassist Dave Holland’s Conference for the Birds on ECM; Rivers’ projects have also appeared on the Tomato, Black Saint/Soul Note, and Postcards labels.

In the ’80s Sam formed close musical ties with trumpet great Dizzy Gillespie, and in the ’90s he returned to Florida, launching point of his career 40 years before, to start a record label and encourage an educationally-oriented jazz-youth movement.

Inspiration is the CD debut of the Rivbea All-star Orchestra, from studio session recording during the weeks around a booking at New York’s Sweet Basil jazz club, and in quick sum it represents everything jazz has ever been: lusty, bluesy, funny, bristly, a balancing act of personal expression and group play, outrageously melodic and quintessentially rhythmical — frequently, all at once. The detail and complexity Rivers hears and creates is from first note challenging yet compelling. His originality is formidable, but not forbidding. Writes Steve Coleman, who first confronted Rivers’ compositions in 1979,  “The rhythms unexpectedly suspend, back peddle and surge forward in the form of melodies that are expressed in three dimensions (up/down, horizontal and depth).”

You needn’t be a musician, though — or an architect, physicist, brain surgeon — to dig the exuberant musical energy and love-of-life that Rivers and his company spout on about. “When Sam sings these melodies to the band,” continues altoist Coleman (recognized by his on-the-beat attack, consistent tone, biting articulation and upright phrasing), “I hear the connection between the music and the soul of the man. I can see that these ideas come straight from his imagination without any editing.” Nor do they require extra analysis. That Sam Rivers has realized such vast thought and feeling with all-star colleagues, spontaneously engaging his lifetime’s work, hoping to bring pleasure to all within earshot, is really Inspiration enough.

Thanks to recordings and memories, Sam Rivers’ music and inspiration doesn’t die.

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Santa must wear earplugs

I’ve recovered a vintage JBJ posting from the archive, December 2008 (hence the reference to waiting for the end of the Bush administration. Still waiting. . . )

Yuletide music in the U.S. hasn’t gotten better since I first posted this, but it’s not for lack of song programmers scraping the bottom of the barrel. Among seasonal kitsch in heavy rotation I’ve heard Burl Ives warbling “Have a Holly Jolly Christmas” enough to times to realize he’s really quite glum — maybe it was the blacklist, maybe the testifying to HUAC as a friendly witness to get out of it, but he’s not a happy man singing a happy song.

Is it really Frank Sinatra on “I Wouldn’t Trade Christmas”? Must be, who else would dare a line like, “You buy the Kris Kringle scene”? Shame on you, Sammy Cahn! And then there’s “We Need A Little Christmas Now” from Mame, which I believe is a plea from retailers going broke. Jerry Herman wrote better in his first Broadway musical, Milk and Honey, about Jewish widows looking for husbands in Israel. It’s okay, there’s a long line of Jewish composers cashing in with Christmas jingles. Hats off to Irving Berlin — “White Christmas“  suits Jascha Heifitz.

As a disbeliever, I am most offended by songs blasted into secular public space about the newborn King, Christ Our Lord cometh, Holy Night — uh huh,hallelujah. Glad to say I’ve found a couple of new (old) songs that spell Christmas relief: Eartha Kitt purring “Santa Baby,” which puts the “pay for play” element of mid-winter capitalism right out front. Taylor Swift’s version isn’t nearly as avaricious.

 Sonny Boy (Rice Miller) Williamson #2  blows true to his fashion on “Christmas Blues,” —  drinking ’cause his baby left him, and allowin’ how, “I tried to fetch religion, but the Devil won’t let me pray.”


Thanks to Jim Eigo of Jazz Promo Services for tipping me to organist Bill Doggett’s 12 Songs of Christmas, but it’s basic ice rink material. Bob Dylan, of course, has his Christmas In The Heart album (in which he channels Tom Waits); John Zorn has his A Dreamers Christmas (in which he employed fine players from the “downtown avant garde) — but damn if both don’t play the seasonal sentiments straight. Where’s Spike Jones when we need him? Out-of-print.

As promised above, here’s “I wake up screaming”. Steel yourselves, friends. Soon it will be over.

“Do You Hear What I Hear?” — the most odious quasi-pop song ever committed – was ringing in my semi-conscious loud enough to jolt me out of sleep one night last week (I summoned to mind “Night In Tunisia,” trying to recall every kink in Charlie Parker’s famous alto break, to dispel it). “Little Drummer Boy,” “Silent Night,” Gene Autry’s original version of “Rudolph, the Red Nosed Reindeer” and James Taylor singing “Go Tell It On The Mountain” — does it really have an extended chorus for recorder ensemble? — assault me at the grocery store (the butcher behind the deli counter fights it with a salsa radio station on high volume). “Jingle Bell Rock” is the best of the bunch — at least Bobby Helms swings and the guitar twangs. Must we suffer this cloying drivel every winter holiday?

The grocery’s manager directed that the Xmas tape be played LOUD! starting the day after Thanksgiving, and the clerks — Brooklynites apparently out of Mexico, Puerto Rico and the Dominican Republic, serving customers from points including Russia, Syria, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Manhattan — have gone nuts, bombarded by this stuff on every shift. Last night I shopped in Soho clothing boutiques with my teenage daughter and endured shamelessly glitzy renditions of clichés — er, “classics” — that should have been buried decades back by the big stars of pop now, Beyoncé among others I’ve blanked on in self-defense. There is perhaps one handful of moderately acceptable tunes, relatively literate lyrics and decent voices (perhaps “Chestnuts Roasting,” “Winter Wonderland,” “Let It Snow”) and maybe one seasonal delight (“Baby It’s Cold Outside,” Ray Charles & Betty Carter still the best), but all are rendered obnoxious by six weeks of ceaseless repetition.

The loop is too short, that’s part of the problem. Come on, djs! Throw some curves! Where’s Mae West’s (or Marilyn Monroe’s, or Marianne Faithfull’s) “Santa Claus is Coming To Town”? Bing Crosby or Prince drooling “Merry Christmas, Baby”? James Brown powering or George Clinton slandering “Up on the Rooftop with Good St. Nick?” They don’t exist? Then let’s hear Bird and Kenny Dorham blow hipply on “White Christmas” (since Billie Holiday didn’t sing it as a dirge), Count Basie’s big band boogie “Jingle Bells,” and Jimi Hendrix throw down “Little Drummer Boy” (yuck) and “Silent Night.” Let’s hear Stevie Wonder and Aretha and, oh, John Zorn’s Masada or Steven Bernstein’s Diaspora Soul for some Hanukah flavor.

But enough of this inescapable, annoying, pseudo-sacred, unholy over-wrought, rudely self-righteous and irresponsibly sectarian crap in public places! Can it possibly be helping people spend? I did notice one elderly lady pushing her shopping cart through the aisles while humming along with “Ave Maria” but the vocal was way out of her range and she did not add pleasantly to the esthetic experience. And her cart was empty. She may have been there expressly for the Muzak, but it makes me mu-sick and for sure I want to get out of the store as fast as possible. Things are bad enough, economics, war, climate change, waiting for the end of the world or the Bush administration, whichever comes first. Can’t we go out with a bang, not a whimper? Enough — more than enough! — too, too much commercial Christmas corn!

Complete disclosure: My birthday is the day after Christmas, a distinction I share proudly with Henry Miller, Friedrich Engle, Steve Allen, Elisha Cook Jr. and Frederick II, less proudly so with Mao Zedong, Rosemary Woods and Phil Spector. As a child I felt I was cause of all the fuss, newborn king or just as good as, and though I’ve been told otherwise I can’t say I’ve adjusted. So I stay home surrounded by my own selections or venture forth glad sound is not wired into the subway. But something dreadful can emerge anytime, from any opening door, any car window. “Feliz Navidad.” “Joy to the World.” “This Christmas.”

At least I found a different grocery store. It’s at the edge of Boro Park and seems to be patronized mostly by Orthodox and Chasidic Jewish residents of the area. I have a hard time making myself understood there, speaking English. But I haven’t heard the Chipmunks or any of their ilk rattling on about 12 days of partridges in pear trees. Twelve days — aren’t they over yet? Ah, sweet relief: Roscoe Mitchell’s “Nonaah.” Iannis Xenakis’ Electro-Acoustic Music. The Rolling Stones’ “Paint It Black.”

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Last ditch impressive gifts for fans beyond “jazz”

I refrain from abject product endorsement — but The Jazz Icons Series 5 is my no-fail recommendation for those favorite (weird?) aunts or uncles obsessed with “culture” — for parents who space out listening to long, wordless music from their decades’ back youth — for snobs who should meet vernacular jazz in its noblest and most durable form — best of all, for you yourself.  Six impeccably produced dvds of genuinely iconic — nay, canonical — performances by some of our most intensely compelling mid-20th Century American artists: John Coltrane, Thelonious Monk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Freddie Hubbard and Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers with Lee Morgan and Wayne Shorter.

The musicians’ names in themselves ring richly of “jazz” to anyone who subscribes to that tradition. The music herein validates their reputations,  proviung to be as powerful and entertaining now as when the videos were shot by French television, 1959 – 1973.

[And though there’s been a lot of hubbub about the “jazz” word elsewhere on the web, which is worth acknowledging, I disagree with the anti-“jazz” sentiment and its core premise: that the term “jazz” is demeaning and limiting, whereby in my dictionary, “jazz” expresses so much more than a historic period or style as a process and reality check that is infinitely open-ended, pliable, transformative, uplifting, humane, and we ought to give thanks to the originators of this art form for helping us gain a basis, from which we cannot help but ourselves grow. . .So Jazz Icons is ok by me.]

These videos — festival shows and  one extraordinary studio session — originated in Europe during an era when jazz was very rare on U.S. tv. They exemplify a  music of meaningful improvisation at its most immediate and exciting, created by heroically distinct talent individuals in close, real time collaborations. These performances are not merely iconic, a couple of them are canonical. Highlights:

  • John Coltrane’s monumental and only public performance of “A Love Supreme” (the two parts that have been found of four, anyway) backed by his essentially symphonic quartet, plus his only video’d  “Ascension.” The mostly straightforward video footage sometimes segues into passages of overlays — McCoy Tyner’s fingers on the ivories, Jimmy Garrison’s bass bow, Elvin Jones’ drumsticks — but Coltrane blows implacably, all-confident, breaking into the future as a ship plows through the sea.
  • Thenlonious Monk, thinking through each chord voicing and finger move as he sounds it, like he’s rediscovering the peculiar melodic twists and turns he likes to follow, for fun, through a hedge of harmonic thorns . . .
  • Freddie Hubbard, hardest driving trumpeter in jazz, jazz, yes jazz! With a superhip early ’70s band, imbuing melodic variations of  “Straight Life,” “Intrepid Fox” and “First Light” with real-life funk at flat-out rock energy levels.
  • Freddie’s only rival — not Miles, who played a different horn — was Lee Morgan, caught here in 1959 at age 21 with powerhouse Art Blakey’s Messengers, which saxophonist Wayne Shorter and pianist Walter Davis had just joined. “Bouncing With Bud,” “Along Came Betty,” “Blues March” —  the players tear up these anthems, all the while cool in their dark suits.
  • Johnny Griffin, a superior, fast and serious ex-Messenger bop tenor saxman, dominates his  top notch quartet  (though drummer Art Taylor, a man of many parts, frames it perfectly) — then guest Dizzy Gillespie arrives, trumpeting his utmost on “Night in Tunisia” and “Hot House,” on which Grif quotes a Charlie Parker phrase from a the New York tv version Diz had been in on almost 20 years before.
  • Am I saving the best for last? Rahsaan Roland Kirk in full force on all of his instruments — flute, clarinet, tenor sax, stritch, manzello, toys in various combinations, a human breathing machine, with his touring band at it’s peak. His playing is literally awesome — it’s energizing but also exhausting to watch him. So back to Coltrane. . . .

I typically watch jazz videos just once or twice, using those I like best in the NYU classes I teach — and these days I introduce those videos to students as clips on YouTube. But this Jazz Icon series overs so much substance — the music itself, plus so much visual evidence of how it was made, what were the interactions — that it’s a pleasure to own them, put them on a good playback system as one does with favorite audio albums to have in the room while relaxing or even doing something else.

Though, fair warning, it’s hard to take eyes off these musicians. They are not consciously dramatizing anything, but making music they are naturally and irrefutably dramatic. All musicians on each these six discs deceased, we can yet have them virtually live now, before us. Earlier Jazz Icons releases have been very worthy — among my favorite of the previously issued dvds, now available singly, are Charles Mingus’s sextet with Eric Dolphy and Jaki Byard, from 1964; Sonny Rollins with European-based specialists in ’65 and ’68, and guitarist Wes Montgomery in quartet, also from ’65. The Series 5 dvds only come as a complete set, all six, for now, priced about $100. For that, you will be thanked, or thankful.

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Wynton on CBS: the Artist as Cultural Correspondent

Wynton Marsalis has in one swoop become the world’s most prominent jazz journalist. The 50-year-old trumpeter, composer, bandleader, winner of multiple Grammys in multiple categories, author of several books on jazz (all but one co-written), artistic director of Jazz at Lincoln Center, world-traveling ambassador of the American experience, holder of uncountable awards, degrees and honors, an esteemed lecturer and educator, is the CBS network’s new cultural correspondent.

Marsalis has previously been a frequent guest on the CBS news magazine 60 Minutes. His first broadcast as cultural correspondent is scheduled for January 16, 2012 — the Monday celebration of the birthday of the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

There is scant precedence for an artist of Marsalis’s stature to sign on with a media giant such as CBS in the capacity of news commentator. The late Dr. Billy Taylor (who died Dec. 28, 2010) is the only jazz musician who has served in a similar role, first in 1958 as musical director of the NBC tv series The Subject Is Jazz (produced by the then-new National Educational Television
network), and after 1981 as an on-air correspondent of CBS News.

Leonard Bernstein, arguably Wynton’s most comparable predecessor as an acclaimed creator/performer/activist/celebrity with strong connection to Lincoln Center, famously produced television lectures for the CBS show Omnibus, starting in 1954 (the program later transferred to ABC and NBC), and Young Peoples’ Concerts for CBS — but these were not news shows. Since the 1950s, jazz musicians have sometimes hosted televised performance shows — think Eddie Condon to David Sanborn. But taking the role of journalist, critic or commentator is something else.

Wynton Marsalis has been seen and heard analyzing music and airing his opinions on Ken Burns’ Jazz, among other documentaries. He may be a valuable cultural correspondent by virtue of who he is and what he knows more than for any investigative activities or neutral perspective. But then, news reporting and opinion sans agenda are not crucial to broadcast news.

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Howard Mandel

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.
My books are Future Jazz (Oxford U Press, 1999) and Miles Ornette Cecil - Jazz Beyond Jazz (Routledge, 2008). I was general editor of the Illustrated Encyclopedia of Jazz and Blues (Flame Tree 2005/Billboard Books 2006). Of course I'm working on something new. . . Read More…

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