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Gospel (not my usual bag) keyboards revelations

I’ll never be an avid fan, much less an aficionado, of gospel music — but imgres-3Lift Me Up, Chicago Gospel Keyboard Masters, new from The Sirens, a local independent label, is clearly full of joy and inspiration. It also is notable for documenting a seldom spot-lit but obviously thriving American roots music scene.

Art arising from or meant to beget religious transcendence makes me uncomfortable, but many others aren’t so biased, and all kudos go to Steven Dolins, The Sirens producer and my co-religionist, who says, “[G]oing back to Thomas Dorsey (Georgia Tom), Chicago gospel is also about community and passing down the tradition.  . . . I appreciate gospel is an acquired taste, but the gospel melodies are a lot more interesting to me than 12 bar blues.  I love the thick, rich gospel chords and the bluesy melodies.  Also, I look at the lyrics like love songs.”

Especially resisting gospel vocals, I gravitate to the instrumentals on Lift Me Up, of which there are plenty. In “Swing Chariot,” “Walk with Me Lord,” “I’ll Say Yes to the Lord,” “I’ll Fly Away,” “He’s My Everything,” “I’ll Overcome Someday” and “The Lord Is Blessing Me,” keyboardists Richard Gibbs, Bryant Jones, Terry Moore and Eric Thomas switch off between organ and piano (Elsa Harris and Lavelle Lacy play piano only), engaging each other in energized interactive duets, backed by drums, tambourine and (on two tracks) bass. The performers are all expert professionals with impressive credentials and affiliations, if any certification is required beyond what they play. Their squishy chords, driving left-hand parts, filagreed right- hand runs, pronounced backbeats and rhythms building chorus by chorus are the raw materials of r&b, rock ‘n’ roll and much pop, brought out of the church by the likes of Fats Domino, Ray Charles and Charles Brown, demonstrably still able to get people to move and testify. This spirit is nearly irresistible and certainly infectious.

Regardless of its godliness, gospel music is the opposite face of the blues coin (as Dolins mentioned above, Thomas A. Dorsey earlier in his career was “Georgia Tom,” playing bluesy hokum with Tampa Red). My personal tastes run deep for secular boogie-woogie, blues, stride and ragtime piano styles, celebrated by The Sirens in its other current releases: imgres-1Last Call by pianist Erwin Helfer (full disclosure: I’ve proudly considered Erwin a friends for decades) — and Remembering The Masters by his close associate Barrelhouse Chuck.

Eighty-year-young Helfer’s album includes three historic tracks with singer Mama Estella Yancey, dating from 1957 and 1979 (further disclosure: in 1983 I produced Maybe I’ll Cry, Yancey’s last recording — she was 87 — on which she’s accompanied by Helfer, for Red Beans Records). He also features his longtime tenor saxophonist John Brumbach and vocalists Katherine Davis and Ardella Williams, but my favorite track is his introspective solo version of “St. James Infirmary.”

In contrast to Helfer, Barrelhouse Chuck is generally gregarious, and sings imgres-2as he plays with warm confidence. He’s also accompanied by guitarist Billy Flynn, and generously turns over two tracks to fellow pianists Lluis Coloma and Scott Grube). Remember The Masters has the loose feel of party blues recordings made decades back by such important mentors to Chuck as Sunnyland Slim, Pinetop Perkins and Little Brother Montgomery.

Until a recent health setback when he was on tour in Sweden, Chuck was playing on Wednesday evenings upstairs at Chicago’s Barrelhouse Flats. Helfer has taken over the gig, with his acolytes and students sitting in. Producer Dolins laments that other than Erwin, Chuck and some “record copiers,” there are no Chicago blues pianists left. I hope he’s wrong — as Muhal Richard Abrams, a founder of the AACM, once said, if you’re from Chicago you’re expected to play some blues.

Whether or not you can or do, Barrelhouse Flats on Wednesday nights is the place to delve the eternal verities and infinite variations of ten fingers over 88 pitches grouped around a three-chord progression. The music’s happy even when it’s sad. Note: Erwin Helfer, Barrelhouse Chuck and at least some of the Chicago gospel keyboard masters on Lift Me Up will concertize at the Old Town School of Folk Music on Saturday, September 10 — shows at 6 and 8 pm.

 
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Arhoolie Records (a dozen faves) to Smithsonian

Excellent news on the archival recordings front: Arhoolie Records, the 55-year old treasury of American folk and vernacular musics, has been acquired by Smithsonian Folkways, the non-profit record label of the Smithsonian Institution. So a broad, odd, historic, incomparable cultural catalog, founded and run since 1960 by producer Chris Strachwitz (now 84) enters the public trust. Smithsonian Folkways guarantees “in print” status and teaching tools to its 3000-plus titles (also accessible by streaming), Arhoolie’s to be included.

The best way to celebrate what Arhoolie has done is to listen to its artists. True roots credibility — the music people make 51nLvtX-UWL._AC_US160_for their own pleasure or solace and that of their communities – has always been the label’s hallmarks. That stance did not necessarily hinder Strachwitz’s success in the marketplace. The label didn’t seek commercial hits, but its releases were for a time monetized by a portion of royalties from Country Joe and the Fish’s “Feel Like I’m Fixin’ to Die Rag,” which I recall as an uneasily genuine expression of alarm among the draft-aged among us during the Viet Nam war.

Here are some Arhoolie albums I’ve especially enjoyed:

Fred McDowell — You’ve Got To Move —  51ok3qZ7QbL._SY355_-1During the ’50s/’60s folk Mississippi Fred, a slide guitarist/singer of north hill country blues style (the Delta blues less-structured cousin), gained white kids’ attention for his austere lyricism, a well-spring of rock ‘n’ roll and much else.

George Coleman
, Bongo Joe.  The unique street performer based for decades in Galveston TX, George “Bongo Joe” Coleman used garbage cans as steel drums while whistling brightly and commenting freestyle, full of life and wit.
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Big Mama Thornton — In Europe, With the Muddy Waters Blues Band. A tough diva growls, backed  up by Muddy’s fine mid ’60s outfit with exciting Buddy Guy and the Aces, bassist Louis Myers and drummer Fred Below.

BeauSoliel — The Best of BeauSoleil.  Fiddler-scholar-  61a47OiUWOL._AC_US160_preservationist-modernizer Michael Doucet in his familylike quintet invigorates  beautiful Cajun (French Arcadian) and Creole (ethnically mixed Louisianan) traditions for today.

Klezmorim, The First Recordings, 1976 – 78. Who foresaw renewed enthusiasm for the jazzed-up Eastern European inflections of early 20th century Jewish-American greenhorns? Arhoolie helped launch the klezmer revival, too.

Jerry Hahn and his Quintet with Noel Jewkes, sax and flute; Ron McClure, bass; Jack DeJohnette, drums; Michael White, violin. The straightforward, swinging, light-touched, fusion-nuanced San Francisco guitarist in very good company, a snapshot of the Bay Area scene at the time.51NkYE+fNnL._SY355_

Sonny Simmons, Manhattan Egos Ferocious “free” alto saxophonist Simmons (he also plays English horn) with his then-wife, equally boundless and maybe even more scorching trumpeter Barbara Donald and a rhythm section that forges its own solid identity during the performance’s course.

Rebirth Brass Band, Here to Stay. Rebirth is right — the New Orleans marching band tradition was hereby injected with irrepressible, funkified youthful energy, founded in irresistibly upbeat syncopation.

Clifton Chenier, Louisiana Blues and Zydeco. Accordionist
extraordinaire, bluesman equal to any, Chenier leads his definitively roots band in rocking up’ up a really good time.

51gG4oRp6wL._SY355_Earl Hooker, Two Bugs and a Roach. Uproarious electric blues  from one of Chicago’s premiere slide and boogie guitarists.

Dr. Isaiah Ross Call the Doctor. This gentleman played guitar, harmonica and drums simultaneously, interdependently, a solo blues orchestra, with grace and feeling.

Lydia Mendoza, La Gloria de Texas. Women singers sometimes stand as beacons for an entire region or people. So it is with Ms. Mendoza, songbird of the Southwest, self-accompanied on 12-string guitar, expressing dignity, forebearance, sorrow and joy, transcending language.

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The entire Arhoolie catalog is worth browsing — I know of no clinkers, and many other standouts. Up there with Yazoo, Delmark, Testament and Moses Asch’s original Folkways label — the basis of Smithsonian Folkways — as vital to capturing and disseminating our terrifically diversified nation’s sounds

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Historic days for US and Cuba, accompanied by jazz

Congratulations to the U.S. and Cuba for advancing our long overdue reset. It’s about time. Jazz at its bestimgres-2 has linked our nations for decades, through the tangled history of corrupt dictatorship and revolution, missile crisis, failed invasion, bad relations and trade embargo — and in this recent historic moment, Afro-Cuban-American music is exploding with exciting new recordings. A hint of accords and collaborations to come?

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Irakere, circa 1978 – MIFA Festival

Disclosure: I attended an amazing jazz festival in Varadero in December 1980, after having interviewed an early cast of Irakere (Chucho Valdez, Paquito D’Rivera, Arturo Sandoval, Carlos Emilio Morales) in ’78 for DownBeat. Since then I’ve met and listened to Cuban musicians whose political views range over the broad political spectrum. Without referencing those views, I point to artists of resounding passion, skill, smarts and lots of rhythm —
51M0tyiDijL._AA160_ L’ó dá fún Batá  Roman Diaz is master of Yoruba ritual rhythms, here grounding fervent Yoruba chants praising ancestors and spirits. The beats are hypnotic, the calls to the orishas compelling, the intent absolutely serious. These foundations of Cuban music should not, will not be forgotten — no more than the cry of the blues.

61NJLid4SPL._AA110_Jane Bunnett and Maqueque — Afro-Cuban for “the spirit of a young girl,” Maqueque is all that: Four young women from the island having raucous, funky fun playing keyboards, electric bass, drums and singing, proudly presented by Canadian saxophonist-flutist Bunnett, their indefatigable guide to North America.

71IlvsKs1NL._AA160_ Cuba: The Conversation Continues Arturo O’Farrill and the Afro Latin Jazz Orchestra Two discs of NYC’s expert large ensemble orchestra with guest stars taking a variety of dramatic, virtuosic approaches to legacy and modernism, recorded during a 2014 trip to Havana. Composer-conductor-chief instigator O’Farrill’s father Chico O’Farrill wrote for Machito and Charlie Parker in 1950, Dizzy later; Arturo extends the glorious traditions.

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Celebrating John Coltrane (Solo Flute Music) Maestro Bobby Ramirez is a Miami-based Cuban-American who plays Coltrane’s beautiful blues, ballads and burners all by himself, with straightforward, sweet and spiritual affects. A devotional album, easy to listen to, deceptive because challenging to have taken on and difficult to have done.

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Hecho En Cuba Dominic Miller and Manolito Simonet The great Manolito, keyboardist-arranger-composer of tight hot Havana timba, unites with Argentine-born, English-chilled guitarist Miller in simmering salsa-nova production numbers. Intriguing, unlikely success!

Charlie Gonzalo Rubalcaba is t41uo4QTU6lL._SX350_PI_PJStripe-Prime-Only-500px,TopLeft,0,0_AA110_he most intensely expressive, deeply romantic pianist ever from Cuba, a composer and improviser of international stature, here paying tribute to and with the late great bassist Charle Haden, who loved music with Hispanic inflections as well as Americana and liberty for all. Just out, downloaded, no credits, I can’t tell who’s playing — Metheny? Lovano? Waits? (No, fellow blogger Ted Panken tells me it’s guitarist Adam Rogers, alto saxophonist Will Vinson, bassist Matt Brewer and drummer Marcus Gilmore). Moody, fine.

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Ornette Day, bits of wisdom with video clips

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White sax, Denardo Coleman – Blue Note Jazz Festival

Ornette Coleman’s birthday is today, and his son Denardo has invited everyone to a walk with him from noon to three in Woodlawn Cemetery in the Bronx, where his father, the prophet of Harmolodics, is interred near Duke Ellington, Miles Davis, Max Roach, Celia Cruz — a very good neighborhood.

In Ornette’s honor here are excerpts of his talk from my book Miles Ornette Cecil — Jazz Beyond Jazz. Also, how I came to love his music, and two videos: a choice “free” solo performance with a rare piano episode (from Berlin, 1972) and a prime example of collective collaboration (with bassists Albert McDowell, and Tony Falanga and Denardo on drums) interpreting “Lonely Woman,” the Coleman classic, from Jazz a Vienne, 2008.

On feelings in music:

“I was out at [anthropologist] Margaret Mead’s school, and was teaching some little kids how to play instantly. I asked the question ‘How many kids would like to play music and have fun?’ And all the little kids raised up their hands. I asked, ‘Well, how do you do that?’ And one little girl said, ‘You just apply your feelings to sound.’ I said, ‘Come and show me.’ When she went to the piano to do it she tried to show me, but she had forgotten about what she said. So I tried to show her why all of a sudden all her attention span had to go to another level, and after that she went ahead and did it. But she was right: If you apply your feelings to sound, regardless of what instrument you have, you’ll probably make good music.”

What is “harmolodics”?

“When you’re dealing with an instrument and a melody, if you’re playing a melody and you don’t have everything in your mind that you can do with that note — what some people call improvising, which I now call the harmolodic theory and method, which has to do with using the melody, the harmony and the rhythm all equal — I find that it’s much easier when a person can take a melody, do what they want to do with the melody, then bring his expression to yours, then combine that for a greater expression. But there are not many people that I’ve been able to teach how to do that because I haven’t been working with a lot of people. But the people who I have worked with, they know how to do that.”

On singularity and the afterlife.

“I’m no different than anyone else. I’m no better and no worse, and I’ve just been born in America and come to understand that the one thing that’s true about human beings is that there’s something everyone’s inspired to do and to become, and there’s so many choices as to how you can get there. Because obviously the graveyard is not the graveyard. It can’t be. Something existed before that, so where’s that? Isn’t that true? Something existed before the graveyard, so where is that? It’s not real estate.”

Ornette’s sound grew on me gradually . . .

I hardly noticed it happening, but eventually I heard the music he’d recorded as meaningful, the information he cast speaking shedding light on intangible but nonetheless real things: feelings, nuances of relationships, psychological states, motes in the air, qualities of time. I suspected I projected a lot of the meaning I perceived onto his sounds, but maybe not – his sounds gave rise to notions I came up with no other time, listening to no other source.

What I was perceiving seemed like a gift, so I didn’t think about whether or how it was really happening; Ornette played his music without seeming to worry about it overmuch, after all, and I noticed he got those around him to do the same. It seemed natural that musicians who were good musicians – musical musicians, who hadn’t sacrificed innate musical impulses to the grind of making a living or any other struggle – could and should be able to do just that: play. Anybody, really, could do it if we listened to each other. That is the basic idea about music, wasn’t it? Music is to be played.

Celebrate harmolodically.

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Chicagoans’ albums reviewed, author’s edition

My reviews of recordings  by Chicago pianists Larry Novak, Laurence Hobgood and Robert Irving III, percussionist Art “Turk” Burton, and saxophonists Caroline Davis and Roy McGrath appeared in DownBeat‘s January issue, but the print edition limited their length. DB’s rating system ranges from one to five stars (*s), poor to masterpiece. Here’s my text as submitted:

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Josh Berman, trumpet and Jason Adasiewicz, vibes, at Chicago’s recently closed Jazz Record Mart (we mourn its end). No copyright infringement intended.

In Chicago jazz, veteran modernists pave the way for innovators to expand on a fabled legacy. Experimentalists and mainstreamers alike convene supportive communities, yet everyone, whatever their aesthetic, presents themselves as an individualist. The longtime gulf between North (largely white) and South Side (predominantly black) scenes is still only partially bridged, but wherever they live Chicago artists must be talented and resolute, as nothing is readily given or easily achieved. Practicality, originality and integrity are valued. The breadth, depth and ongoing development of jazz from this Midwest capitol continues to impress and please local devotees, casual listeners and visitors from afar who discover its well established, under-promoted and/or newly emerging artists.

Larry Novak, at age 82, is current dean of Chicago’s pianists, an 51d1SSsc8HL._AA160_unofficial post previously held by such notables as Jelly Roll Morton, Lil Hardin Armstrong, Earl Hines, Nat “King” Cole, Ramsey Lewis, Art Hodes, Eddie Higgins, Judy Roberts and Muhal Richard Abrams. Invitation (Delmark 5022; 68:30 * * * *) is only Novak’s second album as a leader after 50 years of steady excellence at clubs including the London House, Mr. Kelly’s and the Jazz Showcase. With frequent sidemen bassist Eric Hochberg (also the album’s producer) and drummer Rusty Jones (who died unexpectedly in December 2015), Novak interprets not-quite-standards, applying elegant touch, deft technique and harmonic wisdom along with confident if self-effacing swing.

The pianist is indebted to Bill Evans, as avowed by his tender solo version of “Waltz for Debby” and trio rendition of “Very Early,” but really everywhere, including “The Days of Wine and Roses” to which he gives unusual brightness, and a fast, deft “Minority.” But Novak excels most in simmering late-night ruminations, like the 11-minute “Close Enough for Love” in which he spins free of the theme to enhance its romance.

More than 30 years Novak’s junior, Laurence Hobgood in Honor Thy 51uAwTHgK0L._AA160_Fathers (self-released; 60:53 * * * *) updates the trio format they share with understated treatment of would-be-pop anthems (“Sanctuary”), intimations of classicism (“Tryptich,” “The Waltz,” “Sharakumo No Michi”), hymn-like airs imbued with funk (“The Road Home”), a slightly more assertive yet still exquisite attack and carefully considered flow. Keith Jarrett may be one touchstone, The Bad Plus another, but Hobgood distinguishes himself with a plethora of influences in and out of jazz as well as nearly 20 years’ history as singer Kurt Elling’s music director. He attends to both arrangements and spontaneous play, engaging with ultra-responsive bassist John Patitucci and drummer Kendrick Scott, whose independent activity lifts several of tracks to their climaxes.

Five original Hobgood compositions are leavened with a New Orleans-syncopated take on Nat Cole’s “Straighten Up and Fly Right,” unusual ostinato under the oldie “Give Me The Simple Life” — the one tracks here less than five minutes – and a nuanced investigation of Stevie Wonder’s “If It’s Magic.” Overall the ambiance is warm, dark and reflective, which is not to discount the Hobgood’s strategically big, broad voicings, streaming glissandi and consistently perfect articulation.

So different from Hobgood and Novak’s albums it could be from another 51o61DarX-L._AA160_planet, conga drummer Art “Turk” Burton and Congo Square’s Spirits: Then & Now (TNTCD 101; 74:50 * * 1/2 ) arrives in conjunction with the 50th Anniversary of Chicago’s AACM (Association for the Advancement of Creative Musicians), the loose-knit cooperative that has from inception rejected jazz staples for unconstrained but rigorously conceived and performed new music. Here, two pieces from a 1983 live public radio broadcast and six tracks recorded in a studio in 2015 strive to meet that standard.

“Cuba: A Tribute to Chucho” and “When Sonny Gets Blue” are the old bits; the first a tight, hot example of Windy City Latin jazz, the second a soul chestnut marred by unfortunately amateurish sax playing. The contemporary recordings feature mostly different personnel: Ari Brown on tenor and soprano saxes (sometimes both at once), his brother Kirk playing piano, Taalib-Din Ziyad on flute and singing, plus bassist Harrison Bankhead (present in ’83), traps drummer Avreeayl Amen Ra, hand percussionists Sammi “Cha Cha” Torres and Luis Rosario.

The rhythmists sync well and reedist Brown is commanding, but some editing would have been useful. The band commits itself to warhorses “Afro Blue” and “A Love Supreme” for 14 minutes each. Ziyad croons his own lyrics to a brief “Moment’s Notice,” then comes Mojuba,” a drums-and-bass vamp, and the jams “Mr. Brown (Cold Sweat)” and “Soul Naturals,” both too long despite bright moments.

Conversely Doors: Chicago Storylines (ears & eyes Records 61PCGatBKsL._AA160_ee:15-039; 64:12 * * * ½) by alto saxophonist Caroline Davis (now living in New York City) with her quartet plus special guests, is arguably too produced. Interspersing local players’ memories of people and places since the mid ’80s with small group instrumental episodes, she’s crafted a hybrid of podcast and suite, without the compelling narrative or structural balance of either form.

The oral history clips name-drop, accruing a sense of activity without informative details. They are either unaccompanied by music or laid over Davis’ mellow, sleek writing that features guitarist Mike Allemana, especially, bassist Matt Ferguson, drummer Jeremy Cunningham and on seven of the cd’s 13 tracks (10 of which start with interviews), trumpeter Russ Johnson. “Lincoln Land,” “Rounds: For the Horses,” “Chicago Sound,” “Delighted,” “Another Way,” “Fields” and “Doors” prove that Davis, a graceful soloist with a silvery tone, and her sympatico ensemble have a full album even without the speaking and sound effects, which, once heard, seem superfluous.

Tenor saxophonist Roy McGrath‘s quartet, on Martha (JL Music; 514fDrReYjL._AA160_64:52 * * * ½) abjures high concept in favor of straightforward presentation of six of the leader’s compositions, Cole Porter’s “Night and Day” incorporating a montuno, and Daniel Iverson’s “Spirit of the Living God.” Born and raised in Puerto Rico, a student at Berkeley and Loyola in New Orleans before he received a masters degree at Northwestern University under Victor Goines’ direction, McGrath has a fully mature tenor sax sound. He employs a hint of vibrato, dips into Dexter Gordon-like languor and can attain Stan Getz-reminiscent gleaming, too.

Pianist Joaquin Garcia accompanies and stretches creatively, attuned — as are bassist Kitt Lyles and drummer Gustavo Cortiñas — to McGrath’s mostly subdued moods. The four break into buoyancy midway through “Spirit,” and don’t lack passion, but might be more cheerful. They have the talent and chops to add upbeat feeling, always a welcome quality, to Chicago’s soundscape.

Robert Irving III, Generations: Our Space in Time (Sonic Portraits Jazz SPJ 1222) * * * * Our Space in Time addresses such themes as the links between artists 81MU0MqEGVL._SY355_past and present, the balance of legacy and innovation, where we are now and how to move ahead. Robert Irving III, an under-promoted Chicago-based pianist, arranger, composer, educator and producer has created a suite-like album and set his saxophonist wife as well as several mentees to exploring these concepts in progressive yet accessible contemporary jazz forms.

As a member of Miles Davis’ 1981 comeback band and later Davis’ music director, Irving rode a post-fusion wave when it was being supplanted by the Marsalis-led revival of hard bop. Here he resurrects an alternative strategy that Wayne Shorter proposed in albums like Atlantis and High Life: tightly knit, intriguingly complex charts for small ensembles, flexible enough to couch striking personal statements but distinguished by hooks and repetitions to comfort audiences with an identifiable thread.

Baabe, as Irving now calls himself, writes close parallels for his three capable horn players and directs his rhythm section’s approaches, leaving openings for his deft, light-fingered pianism and everyone else, too. Solos are usually backed by unusual group riffs. Dissimilar passages or stop-times effectively separate one spotlit bit from the next. The ten tracks, including two “interludes” under 50 seconds, expand on shared harmonic material that’s advanced from smooth soul-jazz progressions. Drummer Charles “Rick” Heath IV bonds with bassist Emma Dayhuff and Irving himself to inflect the backbeat.

“Posnan Dream,” named for a Polish festival town — spelled on the album with both “s” and “z” — evokes an airy wistfulness that recurs in “Octobre.” Scott Hesse’s guitar skitters through the saxes on “Generations,” and is generously featured on “Maat.” “Energy,” suggestive of McCoy Tyner, packs punches including Ms. d’Estival Irving’s fervent wail and hot, bubbling Hesse. Irving’s interlude recitation about our “once in a lifetime opportunity to get it right” may seem superfluous, but Rajiv Halim’s soprano makes “Our Space In Time” right.

“The Road Less Traveled” advances in stops and starts, the saxes expressing a broken line in unison then each individually, the ensemble picking up speed but suspending tempo entirely for Dayhuff’s wordless cooing and then floats, briefly free. “Amour Incondicional” is lovely before fading out at 40 seconds. Irving uses both electric and acoustic keyboards to lend “Every Today” an ominous undertone, support winding soprano and garrulous tenor solos; he concludes resolutely. The band’s response to the issues its leader raises is to play together, in the moment.

Our Space in Time: Poznan Dream; Generations; Energy; Aurora Australis (Interlude); Our Space In Time; Roads Less Traveled; Octobre; Maat; Amor Incondicional (Interlude); Every Today. Personnel: Irving, piano, vocals; Laurence d’Estival Irving, alto sax; Scott Hesse, guitar; Rajiv Halim, soprano sax, flute; Irvin Pierce, tenor sax; Emma Dayhuff, acoustic bass, vocals; Charles “Rick” Heath IV, drums.

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NEA doubles down on beyond-jazz with 2016 Jazz Masters

The National Endowment of the Arts has doubled down on celebrating jazz beyond “jazz” — music that has exploded historic parameters or preconceptions of  “jazz” conventions — by naming as 2016 Jazz Masters the saxophonists Pharoah Sanders and Archie Shepp — both protégés of the late, great John Coltrane — and Gary Burton, an innovator of technique and content who’s embraced pop, country, folk and rock influences, studio experiments and classical finesse in creation of his own original sound, taken up with pleasure by musicians and listeners alike. Doing so, the governmental organization asserts that evolution as well as tradition is central to jazz’s DNA.

Wendy Oxenhorn, executive director of the Jazz Foundation of America is also a newly celebrated Jazz Master, awarded for her peerless advocacy since 2000 of musicians in need. This honor concedes that something other than what the government or market can do is essential in supporting American arts.

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Archie Shepp – Photo DR

Both Sanders, now 75, and Shepp, 78, were ensemble members on Coltrane’s Ascension, arguably the “freest,” (most ambitiously seeking? unbridled? frenetic?) all- forces statement of their mentor’s life. Since Trane’s death in 1967, they’ve each had productive, creative, international careers.

Sanders’ early demonic energies drove the vocabulary of tenor and soprano saxes (and also piccolo!) into screeching, roaring, ripping timbres, unbreeched registers and sustained howls. He’s at his most extreme, in agony or ecstasy for an extraordinary seven minutes on “Crescent” from Offering: Live from Temple University, Trane’s last live recording from November 1966.  But since Sander’s breakthrough album under his own name, Tauhid, of that same year, he’s also generated serenity if not spirituality through “world music”-conscious modal improvisations.

Shepp has, over a career of 50 years, been an insightful, often acerbic social critic and a pioneering university professor as well as an challenging composer-performer. He made his first mark on jazz charging forth with a bristling hard tone and long, twisting lines on “Rufus (Swung His Face At Last To The Wind, Then His Neck Snapped)” — titled in reference to the precipitating tragedy of James Baldwin’s Another Country — splitting tracks with Coltrane on the 1965 album New Thing at Newport.

A participant in the musician-directed October Revolution and short-lived Jazz Composers Guild, his work such as Attica Blues, The Cry of My People and “Steam” have provocatively examined social themes. A man of many parts, Shepp evokes Ellingtonian elegance, maverick academic rigor, the essence of gospel and the blues, African roots and modern life in Paris. My favorite Shepp album — with fantastic arrangements, are they by Roswell Rudd who is just turning 80 and also deserves Jazz Master recognition?) — is The Magic of Ju-Ju.   

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Gary Burton – Berklee College of Music

Burton, 72, has many distinctions. Born and raised in Indiana, he’s one of the first jazz stars to emerge from a formal jazz education context, having attended Boston’s Berklee College of Music in 1960 – ’61 and returning there as an important faculty member and administrator from 1971 to 2004. After working in Nashville early in his career, Burton conveyed some of its rural feeling, sense of space and open vistas in his progressive, small group mid ’60s albums like Tennessee Firebird and Duster. Inspired in part by pianist Bill Evans, Burton essentially invented a lush yet limber technique for vibes and marimbas dexterously using four mallets – which he’s deployed to great effect in duet albums with pianists including Chick Corea and Keith Jarrett.

Burton was an early explorer of overdubbing himself in layers (The Time Machine) and radical editing (“Lofty Fake Anagram“). He recorded with splendid bands including Roy Haynes, Steve Swallow, Carla Bley (on my long-ago favorite, Genuine Tong Funeral — with pseudonymously credited Pharoah?), Bob Moses and guitarists Larry Coryell, Jerry Hahn, Pat Metheny, Julian Lage, pianist Makoto Ozone — often spotlighting musicians on the move. Burton has been one of the first jazz musicians to discuss his homosexuality publicly, and he himself wrote Learning to Listen, an autobiography named 2014 Jazz Book of the Year by the Jazz Journalists Association.

Ms. Oxenhorn, since joining the Jazz Foundation in 2000 from her previous heroic job publishing Street News, has built the organization into the most significant and (sadly) necessary national network enabling and/or providing medical, housing, consulting and employment assistance as well as many personal services to an ever-increasing population of jazz people in duress. The JFA has a powerful board, noble founders to remember, a small, dynamic staff and a pantheon of donors, but it is Wendy Oxenhorn who brings them together for the benefit of the culture-makers, hence culture itself.

Nominations for 2017 Jazz Masters can be made by anyone until Dec. 31 2015. Besides Rudd, consideration must be extended to Dee Dee Bridgewater, Ernie Watts, Andrew Cyrille, Reggie Workman, Milford Graves, Ira Sullivan, Amina Claudine Myers, Charles Tolliver, Billy Harper, Oliver Lake, Junior Mance, John Scofield . . . Our country is rich in jazz masters, artists deserving wider recognition and rewarding audiences’ attentions.
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Composer Heiner (Brains on Fire) Stadler @ It’s Psychedelic Baby

Heiner Stadler is a lesser-known but fascinating New York City-based composer who’s stretched he structures and dimensions of jazz with

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all-star productions including A Tribute to Monk and Bird and Brains on Fire (which I annotated for recent reissue). It’s Psycheledic Baby, the online magazine by Klemen Breznikar taglined “discover the unknown” has published an interview with Stadler — a Polish-born (’42) WWII refugee who heard a Sydney Bechet record when he was 13, got to NYC by boat in his 20s, broke but motivated. He says his composing has been as profoundly affected by John Lee Hooker as by Bach and Cage (and he’s produced recordings of them all). I wrote a few words of introduction to the interview.

Recorded from the late ’60s through late ’70s, Stadler’s pieces are often long and always multi-dimensional, even if his collaborative improvisers are just two (cf, Dee Dee Bridgewater’s virtuosic 20-minute “Love in the Middle of the Air” over only Reggie Workman’s bass). All his records have been released through his own  Labor Records (might call it a label-of-love) and there’s not a lot of samples online tbut I found one youtube clip.

Unfamiliar to me, evidently excerpted — but from what? — I emailed Heiner for identification. He wrote back:

This is indeed one of my pieces, an excerpt from “Out-Rock,” part of my Jazz Alchemy cycle. K7 Records, a German company, had requested a license for this tune on behalf of “Four tet / DJ Kicks” in conjunction with the release of the act’s CD and double LP under the same name/title. The CD version of Out-Rock with added electronics was shortened to 1:38; the version on the 2-LP set is identical to the one on the Alchemy CD, namely 8:40.

As for the trumpet player, this was the late Charles McGee (whose name I had always misspelled by inserting the “h” after the “G”). Charles was a dear friend of mine practically from the time I arrived in NY City.

It’s Psychedelic Baby, Heiner’s music,  jazz beyond “jazz.”

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Jazz in Jordan: Yacoub Abu Ghosh explains and plays

Jazz and its evolution goes on everywhere – as bass guitarist/bandleader/composer/producer Yacoub Abu Ghosh explained and demonstrated to me in Amman, Jordan last March. Ghosh and his Stage Heroes performed at their weekly gig at Canvas Cafe Restaurant Art Lounge. His new album As Blue As The Rivers of Amman is due to drop July 2. 

 

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Unusual jazz and beyond music choices in NYC

Hot weather, cool venues through July 30 is theme of my latest City Arts column. Yes, many headliners are on summer European tour, but those who remain reward a hearing . . 

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Jazz lofts as they used to be

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Thelonious Monk photo by W. Eugene Smith for promotional use

Composer Steve Reich said, “Without John Coltrane, there
would be no minimalism
.” The topic was Hall Overton, the man who arranged Monk’s music, treating jazz as contemporary “classical” composition. The occasion was a panel discussion sprung from an exhibit at the NY Public Library of the Performing Arts about the Jazz Loft hosted by photographer W. Eugene Smith from 1955-1964 (this is Smith’s shot of Overton with Monk in the Loft).

Read about it in my new City Arts column.

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US remains jazz central

Jazz is global, but its most ambitious players still flock to the US to soak in its roots and prove they’re part of the scene. Tonight a Parisian septet called Fractale wraps up an eight-gig tour of the States at the Drom in the East Village, after stops in New Orleans, Cleveland and Chicago. From December 3 to 6 Spanish pianist Chano Domínguez & his Flamenco Quintet bring its commissioned “The Flamenco Side of Kind of Blue” to the Jazz Standard to assert that the Barcelona Jazz Festival (in which they premiere the work on November 12) has something to do with the Big Apple. Next February the Portland Jazz Festival explores the theme “Is Jazz Dead (Or Has It Moved To A New Address?).” But incontrovertible evidence suggests that however far the sound has spread, those who matter know where jazz calls home.

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Civil Rights-Jazz document, 1963

Prior to tomorrow’s inauguration, the New York Times (and I suspect many other publications) has focused in many columns, book reviews and reports on Barack Obama’s election as a turning point in the U.S.’s movement towards full civil rights for all people. The entertainment section makes the case for movies having led the way to our first not-completely- “white”-identified President.

I maintain that the jazz community was in the forefront of the civil rights movement, and remains in the lead for demonstrating how all-inclusive meritocracies look, sound and work. A historical document highlighting the conjunction of jazz and the Civil Rights movement has come to hand — programs from two nights in 1963 when major players performed and major jazz journalists emceed in benefit for CORE (the Congress of Racial Equality) at New York City’s Five Spot Cafe, plus a letter of thanks to bassist Henry Grimes for his participation.

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Armstrong to Ellington to Obama

If anyone needs a primer on how jazz leads directly to the inauguration of Barack Obama as 44th president of the U.S., see Nat Hentoff’s Wall Street Journal article on the history of musicians, audiences, presenters and producers of all “colors” in the struggle for Civil Rights. 
The march from Buddy Bolden playing in New Orleans’ “back ‘o’ town” to a man of diverse ancestry leading the free world from the White House has been direct (if not necessarily “straight”) and determined.

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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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