{"id":141,"date":"2008-11-22T19:31:06","date_gmt":"2008-11-23T00:31:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/jazzbeyondjazz\/wp\/2008\/11\/classic_monk_classical_jazz_at\/"},"modified":"2011-04-28T16:34:22","modified_gmt":"2011-04-28T20:34:22","slug":"classic_monk_classical_jazz_at","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsjournal.com\/jazzbeyondjazz\/2008\/11\/classic_monk_classical_jazz_at.html","title":{"rendered":"Classic Monk, classical Jazz at Lincoln Center"},"content":{"rendered":"

The jazziest scene at the second night of Jazz at Lincoln Center’s Monk Festival<\/a> was in the fifth floor atrium, during intermission of simultaneous concerts by pianist Danilo Perez’s trio (reprising his cd Panamonk<\/a><\/span>, in the Allen Room) and the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra performing members’ arrangements of Monk’s music in big band settings led by Wynton Marsalis, with featured pianist Marcus Roberts (in more formal Rose Hall).\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n

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Between sets all-age, all-hipster-style attendees mingled in the buzzy, high ceilinged room. Especially fashionable young couples gazed out upon the lights of Columbus Circle, Central Park and 59th Street and sometimes at each other. Films of Monk were projected on a large screen while a excitedly engaged, unannounced piano trio, lit but not raised off the floor, jammed on Monk themes. Arrestingly artful album covers of Monk’s lps were displayed on stands politely guarded by low ropes; high end drinks and snacks were sold at kiosks around which the multi-generational crowd surged. CDs and Monk paraphernalia were available at one table, sponsorship info for J@LC at another, and brewer Doug Moody was pouring free samples of his tasty Brother Thelonious<\/a> Belgian-style abbey ale at a third. \u00c2\u00a0The mood was lively as a village fair, in perhaps unfair contrast to the seriousness of intent palpable at the LCJO’s concert, from which I’d come.\u00c2\u00a0<\/div>\n


\nNot that there’s anything wrong with taking the exacting, enduring music of Thelonious Monk seriously. Few American composers’ ouevre <\/a>pay off close listening so well by demonstrating \u00c2\u00a0the fundimental complexities, puzzling paradoxes, potential alternatives and profound implications arising from jazz-related song. His songs are memorable, hummable, funny ha-ha and funny peculiar. Like Kafka or Escher or Bach, for that matter, his art has a logic of its own, though it is clearly put forth and immediately accessible.<\/p>\n

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\u00c2\u00a0The LCJO did it’s characteristically note-perfect rendering of quite difficult charts that mostly embellished several of Monk’s less-often played melodies — “Crespuscule with Nellie,”\u00c2\u00a0“Epistrophy,” “Ugly Beauty,” “Hackensack,” “Four In One,” “Pannonica,” “Criss-Cross” and “Ba-lue Bolivar Ba-lues Are,” “Bye-ya,” “We See,” “Skippy,” “Light Blue,” “Evidence” and “Blue Monk,” avoiding familiarities such as “Well You Needn’t,” “Straight No Chaser,” “Round Midnight,” “Off Minor” or “Rhythm-n-ing.”\u00c2\u00a0The show was sonorously scripted\u00c2\u00a0by historian Geoffrey Ward<\/a>, with actor Courtney B. Vance delivering the biographical data; Wynton contributed introductory ad libs and\u00c2\u00a0T.S. Monk<\/a>\u00c2\u00a0told an old family anecdote about how his dad earned his piano lessons. Marcus Roberts<\/a>, winner of the first annual Monk instrumental Competition sponsored by the Monk Foundation, is an apposite keyboardist for such a program by virtue of his temperament as well as his technique; he breaks into oom-pah bass patterns, elicits unexpectedly delicate touches from up-high registers, rings percussive repetitions of insistent chords — does anything except offer predictably polished effusions.\u00c2\u00a0<\/div>\n
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Yet Roberts did not dominate the evening,because this concert wasn’t meant to be a piano showcase nor a blowing date, although there were some piquant solos.\u00c2\u00a0It was much more consciously a repertory presentation, and therein lies the challenge Jazz at Lincoln Center continues to set for itself.\u00c2\u00a0<\/p>\n
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How does the respectful preservation of enduring work jibe with the jazz imperative to make it new, keep it fresh, deliver excitement? Here, arranger-soloists including bassist Carlos Henriquez, drummer Ali Jackson,\u00c2\u00a0reedists Walter Blandings, Sherman Irby, Ted Nash and Victor Goines,\u00c2\u00a0trombonist Chris Crenshaw and trumpeters Marcus Printup and Wynton Marsalis himself focused on not smothering but rather highlighting the quirky spareness of Monk’s original small band in-the-moment versions, employed everything from picollos to congas and clav\u00c3\u00a9 beats, sweepingly harmonized Benny Carteresque sax section blends and extreme polyphony. What did they expect from all this? Was their intent to update the material, invest and interest themselves in it, or just show off?\u00c2\u00a0They evoked dreamy airs, bumptious rhythms, obliquely expansive references and mysterious conundrums — like a \u00c2\u00a0a chamber orchestra tackling the reflective intricacies of a revered modernist, not much like a jazz gang attacking tried and true tunes to shake up the full house.\u00c2\u00a0<\/div>\n
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Of course, this is the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra, with a mission to elevate the art of jazz, not to sentimentalize or indulge the stereotype of its low-born if honest roots. Such concerts might seem perfect for an elite audience, designed for aficionados as informed as me, who are hyper-aware of and pre-ordained to be interested in signficiant albeit subtle variations on works we love and have heard many times. Rigorous extrapolation of possibilities Monk alludes to, which can only be realized by larger, more organized forces than the quartets he typically worked with, will inevitably de-emphasize interactive spontaneity, however much 16 musicians may try to make every note count (as Monk said essential to his method). The question is: must such repertory presention downplay the bold power of Monk’s — or Mingus’, Coltrane’s, Ellington’s, Morton’s, Miles’? — music. The Jazz at Lincoln Center answer has always been, “No!” So then why do we feel as exhausted as elated leaving a Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra Concert? Are we<\/span> just getting old?<\/div>\n
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There’s that, but not only that. For all this concert’s assertions that Monk’s music is here and now for all to enjoy, there was something about the intricate frameworks in which this music was delivered that required listeners to make an effort to unpack it. Though I know Wynton Marsalis and all the aces on the bandstand want to swing hard and have fun, there is still something, maybe built in, only occasionally escapable, that makes these big, impressive events problematic for the less-than-devoted-yet-eager-to-be-enveloped fan.\u00c2\u00a0<\/div>\n
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Were 14 densely detailed, multi-faceted arrangements too many to absorb? Should concerts be held in barns rather than well-appointed confines like “the house that swing built,” as Wynton\u00c2\u00a0calls his estimable institution? Are the ongoing attempts to justify jazz as America’s classical music doomed to leech the juice from jazz? Or is it just jaded critics, grouchy and prejudiced, who romanticize and indulge stereotypes of jazz’s low-born but honest roots as the real thing, and can’t accept that more upright presentations can be just as expressive and thrilling, as quickly convened, off-hand sets in crowded, rowdy clubs?\u00c2\u00a0<\/div>\n
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Did anyone else hear the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra play Monk — and think, “Gee, the party is here in the lobby among the crush of folks chatting, touching, talking and listening too, more than it is when we’re in our seats”? Did you react\/have you reacted similarly or differently to comparable concerts? As ever, comments on this question, which has troubled me a while, will be welcomed. I’m sure I’ve heard performances, even some by the Lincoln Center Jazz Orchestra (recalling a memorable battle of the bands with Jon Faddis’ sadly disenfranchised\u00c2\u00a0Carnegie Hall Jazz Orchestra<\/a>), that delivered the longed-for visceral experience. What does it take to make classic jazz live, to keep classic jazz alive?<\/div>\n
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