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Archives for August 2006

Punishment His Way

The other day, I sent DevraDoWrite a note about one of her postings. She used my message–that’s how things work in the blogosphere–and wrote:

In response to my mention of the Army’s PsyOps division having used music as a weapon, Mr.Rifftides sent this message:

I remember that a few years ago there was quite a ruckus about the high school principal who punished his misbehaving inner-city students by making them listen to Frank Sinatra recordings. It may have been Chicago. If I turn up details, I’ll let you know.

I hope he does turn up the details; thats a story I’d like to hear.

I tracked down the story, surprised at how long ago it was. Here’s a hint at the end of an item by Arthur Higbee in the International Herald Tribune of February 20, 1993.

With corporal punishment now illegal in about half the 50 states, schoolteachers are keeping pupils in line in more imaginative ways, The Washington Post reports. Mark Twain’s Aunt Sally had it right, teachers agreed at a recent conference in Washington on “creative detention.” Just as she sent a misbehaving Tom Sawyer to whitewash the fence, so teachers are using troublemakers to scrub or scrape or sod. When Joyce Perkins of Sour Lake, Texas, hears her 12-year-olds use bad language, she marches them to the telephone and makes them call their mothers and repeat the words syllable by syllable. Bruce Janu of Chicago says that when his high schoolers get out of line, he makes them listen to old Frank Sinatra records.

That was hard enough to find. After another hour of trolling, I came up with all of the story. This is from the Columbus, Ohio, Dispatch by way of the 1993 edition of the World Almanac and Book of Facts.

Bruce Janu has a different kind of detention. The social science teacher punishes troublemaking students by making them stay after school and listen to Frank Sinatra for a half-hour. Janu created the Frank Sinatra Detention Club last year at Riverside-Brookfield High School in Riverside, Illinois. “You’ve got a Frank,” he tells unruly students. The 24-year-old teacher said he loves Sinatra’s music but realizes that teen-agers these days would rather listen to rap or Madonna. “The kids hate it,” he said. “This is the worst thing that has ever happened to them.” Senior Mike Niesluchowski received two Franks in one day, meaning he had to listen to Ol’ Blue Eyes for an hour. “It just got to where he couldn’t stand it,” he said.

My god, Madonna has been around that long?
I tried to learn whether Sinatra knew about the detention and had anything to say about it, but there is no evidence that he did. It might not have been printable in a family blog, anyway. Or would he have laughed?

…And Torture

The preceding item about using good music as punishment has an unintended connection to a piece in one of Gene Lees’ latest JazzLetters. With Gene’s permission, here it is.

TORTURE
Kenny Drew’s angst over the state of popular music put me in mind of a news story that came out about a year ago.
The Associated Press carried a report on a U.S. military prison near Kabul in Afghanistan that specialized in torturing prisoners. The Human Rights Watch group, based in New York City, after interviews with so-called “detainees” (if you don’t call them “prisoners” you can do anything you want to them), describes how prisoners were chained to walls or hung upside down or kept in total darkness for days and subjected interminably to loud music. And what kind of music was it? “Loud rap, heavy metal music, or other sounds blared for weeks at a time.”
A prisoner born in Ethiopia and raised in England said that he was exposed to Eminem and Dr. Dre for seeming endless hours
What? No Mozart? No Bach? No Debussy or Duke Ellington or Charlie Parker or Bill Evans or Miles Davis or Frank Sinatra?
The prisoner said he could her people knocking their heads on the walls and screaming.
No kidding.

You won’t find Gene Lees Ad Libitum & JazzLetter on the internet. It is published the old fashioned way, with ink and paper. The legend at the end of the September, 2005 issue reads:

The JazzLetter is published 12 times a year at PO Box 240, Ojai, California 93024-1240. $70 per year U.S. and Canada, $80 for other countries. Subscribers may buy introductory gift subscriptions for friends for $35.

Oh, about the September 2005 issue coming out in August, 2006. The JazzLetter shows up in batches, sometimes four or five issues at once. Whatever the dates on the issues you receive, what is in them will be timely and timeless. It is an unusual publishing practice, but the JazzLetter is an unusual publication, forthright, beautifully written and ranging through subjects of interest to intelligent, aware readers, whether or not the topics relate directly to jazz. I have every copy since it started, March 15, 1982. If seventy dollars a year sounds high, I maintain that the Scott LaFaro and Herb Geller issues Lees just sent out are worth that much and more.

The Mulligan Strain

To provide harmonic guidance, bands in early jazz, swing and bebop included banjos, guitars or pianos. There were exceptions, notably some of the New Orleans bands that rode in the beds of trucks or marched for funerals and parades, That practice continues with outfits as traditional as the Onward and Olympia brass bands and as up to date as the Dirty Dozen. In general, though, after 1930, as jazz became more and more a soloist’s art, players depended on pianists or guitarists to supply the chordal basis for improvisation.

The harmonic aspect of bop was often complex, even unto altered changes for the most basic material–the blues and pieces based on simple standard songs like “I Got Rhythm” and “Oh, Lady Be Good.” When the baritone saxophonist and arranger Gerry Mulligan unveiled a band without a chording instrument, it seemed to some listeners incomplete. Others thought it brought openness and freshness to a music that had grown increasingly involved and demanding. Mulligan’s quartet with trumpeter Chet Baker, bassist Carson Smith and drummer Chico Hamilton was a popular success in the pre-rock-and-roll early 1950s, and came to have a lasting influence in the music. Before the decade was out, Ornette Coleman was further reducing dependence on chording instruments, in fact on chords themselves, with instrumentation identical to Mulligan’s save that Coleman played alto rather than baritone sax. Groups patterning themselves on Mulligan’s emerged through the years. Paul Desmond’s quartet with guitarist Jim Hall and later with Ed Bickert may have been the most successful.

Fascination with the Mulligan quartet and its achievements continues in the new century. Three fairly recent CDs make the point. Trumpeter John McNeil’s East Coast Cool (Omnitone) is the newest and most experimental, taking Mulligan’s concept beyond conventional song-form harmony into freedom that often verges on Coleman territory. He includes only one piece, “Bernie’s Tune,” from Mulligan’s repertoire. In it, he expands the famous introductory triplet phrase by half, then doubles it, takes the bridge into waltz time and elasticizes the meter in the improvised choruses. The metric foolery in this and other selections is possible not only by way of McNeil’s celebrated instrumental and cerebral virtuosity, but also that of baritone saxophonist Alan Chase, bassist John Hebert and the magical drummer Matt Wilson.

The rest of the twelve pieces, except for Kenny Berger’s Mulligan-like “GAB,” are by McNeil. Some have what sound (deceptively) like conventional chord changes. Some seem to have none, but depend on rhythmic regularity. Throughout, there is a large dollop of McNeil’s wryness and wit, but they never overwhelm his musicality. “A Time To Go,” which apparently means to poke fun at the conventions of accessible melodicism in the West Coast Jazz of the 1950s, is nonetheless melodic and accessible. “Delusions” alternates between sections of uplift and menace and features amazing extended press-roll dynamics by Wilson.

Two duets by McNeil and Chase sound totally improvised, but with McNeil you can’t always be certain what is worked out and what is off the cuff. In “Duet #2,” the trumpet discreetly uses what I presume to be tape-loop echo while Chase, closely miked, manipulates the saxophone’s keys without blowing into the instrument, producing a hollow effect something like that of the drums called boo-bams. The track is intriguing and judiciously short; too much of this would have been precious. Other highlights: a piece called “Schoenberg’s Piano Concerto,” built of twelve-tone rows, also brief and effective; a truly beautiful semi-free ballad called “Wanwood;” and “Waltz Helios,” which is wistful and touching. McNeil extends Mulligan’s concept into regions of free and modal jazz without going so far out as to lose the cogency or the sense of fun that helped make Mulligan’s quartet a model upon which to buld.

News From Blueport by the Andy Panayi Quartet (Woodville Records) closely observes the Mulligan ethos and repertoire. With trombonist Mark Nightingale, bassist Simon Woolf and drummer Steve Brown, baritone saxophonist Panayi approximates the edition of the Mulligan quartet that had Bob Brookmeyer on trombone. Veterans of British studios and jazz clubs, they achieve the Mulligan-Brookmeyer blend. Except in short stretches of Bill Crow’s title tune, the band does not deviate from straight time or leave conventional harmonic arenas. Yet, it is not a mere replication of the Mulligan group. However skillfully Panayi has adapted certain of Mulligan’s mannerisms, he occasionally departs into growls, honks and slurs that announce his individuality.

Nightingale plays the slide trombone, not the valve version of which Brookmeyer is the undefeated champion. A precisionist of the J.J. Johnson school, he nonetheless glories in his instrument’s ability to whoop and holler. The tune list is predominantly from the Mulligan book–“Blueport,” “Line for Lyons,” “Sun on the Stairs,” “Festive Minor” and others–but it also has nice changes of pace in Jimmy Rowles’ “The Peacocks,” Pepper Adams’ “Reflectory” and “Em ‘N En,” a Nightingale line based on “There Will Never Be Another You.” Woolf and Brown are new to me. Their work in support is admirable, and Woolf demonstrates both ardor and technique, including plenty of double stops, in his bass solos. This is a Mulligan tribute album that will introduce many non-Britains to four impressive musicians. This CD seems to be hard to find in the U.S. The link above is to a British seller.

The Italian trumpeter Enrico Rava’s Full Of Life (CamJazz) also embraces Mulligan, but with more subtlety than the Payani group and less overt adventuresomeness than McNeil’s. Rava is one of many European trumpeters influenced by Chet Baker and Miles Davis. He also has some of the free radical genes of players like Kenny Wheeler and Don Cherry. Javier Girotto is the baritone saxophonist. Although his soloing is more elliptical than Mulligan’s, and he works within a narrower dynamic range, when he and Rava heat up their counterpoint on “Surrey With the Fringe on Top,” they achieve a symbiosis remarkably like that of Mulligan and Baker.

The CD contains no Mulligan compositions, but Rava pays tribute with “Moonlight in Vermont,” using the essential outline of Mulligan’s famous version with Baker. It is a langourous, reflective, enchanting performance, but “Nature Boy” outdoes it for sheer passion that reaches the simmering intensity of slow flamenco in Rava’s solo and in Girotto’s on soprano saxophone. As for the rest of the tunes, Rava’s and Girotto’s originals are as intriguing as some of their titles; “Boston April 15th,” as an example, “Happiness is to Win a Big Prize in Cash” as another. Those pieces, “Miss MG,” “Full of Life,” “Visions” and “Mystere” have harmonic structures that inspire lovely solos from both horns and, often, daring ones from Rava. Like Kenny Wheeler, he is prone to making surprising interval leaps into the stratosphere without sacrificing his lyricism.

Bassist Ares Ravolazzi and drummer Fabrizio Sferra present further evidence that superb rhythm section players are everywhere in Europe these days. Full of Life is an apt title for this consistently satisfying album.

He Thinks, Therefore He Drums

In the notes for Bill Evans: The Secret Sessions, I observed of certain Free Jazz or New Thing players,

The movement did attract a fair number of poseurs enchanted by the idea of playing music without having to know anything about it. Today, most of them are otherwise employed.

At least, they had instruments.
The blogger known as Shrinkucci, who is a drummer and a psychologist, posts an interesting story about a young man who, because he wants to be, believes himself to be a great drummer. To read it, go here.

Compatible Quotes

When you begin to teach jazz, the most dangerous thing is that you tend to teach style…I had eleven piano students, and I would say eight of them didn’t even want to know about chords or anything – they didn’t even want to do anything that anybody had ever done, because they didn’t want to be imitators. Well, of course, this is pretty naive…but nevertheless it does bring to light the fact that if you’re going to try to teach jazz…you must abstract the principles of music which have nothing to do with style, and this is exceedingly difficult. So there, the teaching of jazz is a very touchy point. It ends up where the jazz player, ultimately, if he’s going to be a serious jazz player, teaches himself.

—Bill Evans

Jazz is like writing. It can be learned, but it can’t be taught.

—Paul Desmond

Comment: Bill Evans

A nice appreciation of Evans.
Is Monk really sui generis? I think there is a second piano tradition born of the Harlem pianists like James P. Johnson, and it runs to Duke and then to Monk, and appears in amalgamated form with the other tradition in folks like Elmo Hope and Barry Harris.
And there may be one exception to your observation about styles not set before 1960 developing in the shadow of Kind of Blue. I think Jackie McLean had a distinct style before and after Kind of Blue. Frankly, I can’t stand his early work, which always sounded strained, frantic and involved the worst sort of change-running — a sweaty steeplechase from chord to chord. I don’t think there was a musician who greater benefited from Kind of Blue’s influence. McLean responded to the greater demand that modal jazz placed on the soloist to create a body of work on Blue Note from 1960-1966 that is extraordinary. I have them all in my collection, and dutifully pulled them all out when he died, and they are as fresh and as exciting as they were 40-45 years ago. A Fickle Sonance still blows me right across the room, the same way it did when I first heard it on Symphony Sid‘s show in 1963.
Don Frese

Listen

I rarely pass along promotional announcements, but this one is too intriguing not to deserve an exception.

STANLEY CROUCH, GEORGE AVAKIAN AND MICHAEL JAMES WITH CHRISTOPHER LYDON TONIGHT AT 7 PM (EASTERN DAYLIGHT TIME) TO DISCUSS DUKE ELLINGTON, NEWPORT JAZZ AND THE AMERICAN CENTURY
On Open Source On WGBH 89.7
Open Source airs Monday through Thursday from 7pm-8 pm on WGBH 89.7 and streams at wgbh.org/listen
On July 7, 1956, Duke Ellington played the Newport Jazz Festival. Paul Gonsalves soloed for six minutes on “Diminuendo and Crescendo in Blue,” the crowd exploded, an album was cut and our century – the American century, the Jazz century – found its high point. Christopher Lydon says, “Fifty summers after the Newport Suite and Paul Gonzalves’ 27 choruses of blues, we’re going savor a golden moment in American life with (music critic and author) Stanley Crouch; the Columbia record producer George Avakian; the Newport impresario then and now, George Wein; and with Duke Ellington’s ever-eloquent and all-witnessing nephew Michael James.”

Crouch, Avakian and James are articulate men of, shall we say, firm opinions. Lydon is a skilled interviewer. It would be surprising if they were boring on the subject of Ellington.

Bill Evans’s Birthday

Bill Evans was born on this day in 1929. Gratitude for that gift to music is not merely in order, it is mandatory. Here is a little of what I wrote a decade ago in an essay for the CD box, Bill Evans: The Secret Sessions.

The evolution of jazz music as a distinct form of creative expression is contained in only eight decades of the 20th century. The maturing of the art of jazz piano improvisation is an index to the astonishing speed of that development. It took less than 40 years, and its main current ran from James P. Johnson through Fats Waller, Earl Hines, Teddy Wilson, Nat Cole, Bud Powell and Bill Evans, with Art Tatum standing apart as an unclassifiable phenomenon.

Today, I might add Jelly Roll Morton at the beginning of the list and Thelonious Monk as the other great unclassifiable.

Acting on insights gained from the music of Debussy and other impressionist composers, he enriched his chords beyond those of any other jazz pianist. Comparisons that come to mind are with harmonies that Gil Evans and Robert Farnon wrote for large orchestras and with some of the mysterious voicings of Duke Ellington. Even in his earliest trio work he stretched and displaced rhythm and melody and hinted at modes and scales as the basis for improvisation.
With the 1958 Miles Davis sextet that included saxophonists John Coltrane and Cannonball Adderley, bassist Paul Chambers and drummer Philly Joe Jones (replaced before very long by Jimmy Cobb), Evans had enormous influence in determining the course that mainstream jazz follows to this day. Although in his own groups he was to remain within the song form all his life, at this time Evans clearly accelerated Davis’s change from a repertoire of popular songs and jazz standards to pieces with fewer chord changes and greater demands on the taste, judgment and imagination of the soloist.
Davis saw ways of using the pianist’s approach to open up and simplify harmonies. By applying modal changes, the two men even transformed a twelve-bar blues, already the simplest traditional jazz form. By 1959, their work together helped lead to the landmark Davis sextet recording, Kind Of Blue. (It is fair to say that of important players and writers whose styles were not set before 1960, most developed in the shadow of that album.) Their modal and scalar approach to improvisation profoundly influenced John Coltrane’s turn toward fewer harmonic guideposts. Independently, at about the same time, alto saxophonist Ornette Coleman was solong on melodic lines, which he wrote without key centers, modes or scales. Taken together, the two methods led to Free Jazz or The New Thing, the avant garde jazz of the 1960s.

On his website The Bill Evans Web Pages, Jan Stevens writes:

Needless to say, he changed the way we all hear jazz –whether this is realized or not — and of course, he changed the very foundations of chord- voicing and improvisation forever. A very private and reserved soul who nevertheless reached out through his own naked self-expression, Bill was able to somehow create a fresh and vibrant soundscape that remains illuminating, if not downright spiritual to all who can really get inside of it and hear it at the highest levels.

And:

Make no mistake: Bill Evans was, of course, firmly within the jazz tradition and its ongoing aethetic, and was proud of it. Besides his legendary ballad playing, he could swing like crazy with his own trios, and it’s impossible to imagine certain albums by Miles or Mingus or Chet Baker or Cannonball Adderley or Kai and J.J. and many others without him. Yet, aspects of some of his best work transcend jazz as we know it –sometimes even confounding and delighting those who are not amenable to jazz to begin with. (Try out an early “My Foolish Heart” or almost anything from the “You Must Believe in Spring” album on your uninitiated, musically-intelligent friends and see what happens.)

To read all of Jan’s tribute, go here and find disclosures of what Evans might have done had he lived.
Bill Evans died on September 15, 1980. He was fifty-one years old. In a habit of anticipation developed during the course of his career, I still go to the mailbox in hopes that a new Bill Evans album will appear.

Reminder: A Little Help

There is less than a month until a concert in New York to benefit Dick Sudhalter, the multi-talented musician and writer who needs all the help his friends (I am one) and admirers can give. Here is what I wrote in June about Dick’s dilemma.

Richard M. Sudhalter, the gifted cornetist, biographer of Bix Beiderbecke and invaluable jazz historian, needs help. Following a massive stroke nearly three years ago and a recent diagnosis that he has MSA (multiple system atrophy), Dick’s medical bills have mounted to proportions that he cannot begin to manage.
Sudhalter wrote Lost Chords: White Musicians and Their Contributions to Jazz 1915-1945. Following racist attacks by ignoramuses when it was published in 1999, it is now beginning to get the credit due it as one of the most valuable historical and analytical studies about jazz. He also wrote superb biographies of Beiderbecke and Hoagy Carmichael. Three books of their quality would be accomplishment aplenty for anyone. But Sudhalter is also a superb cornetist in the Beiderbecke tradition and beyond it. His contributions to the music and to the general culture are profound.
Friends are organizing a benefit concert to be held at St. Peter’s Lutheran Church in New York on September 10, but Dick’s financial situation is crushing now. He is due to go to the Mayo Clinic for treatment. It’s going to be expensive. I am sending a check. I hope that you will also help, to whatever extent you can.

The concert will start at 7 pm at the church at Lexington Avenue and 54th Street. Tickets at the door or in advance are forty dollars. Please consider donations above that amount.
Dan Levinson and Randy Sandke are organizing the concert. If you go, you will hear Harry Allen, Dan Barrett, Eddie Bert, Bill Crow, Jim Ferguson, Dave Frishberg, Wycliffe Gordon, Marty Grosz, Becky Kilgore, Bill Kirchner, Steve Kuhn, Dan Levinson, Marian McPartland, Joe Muranyi, David Ostwald, Nicki Parrott, Bucky Pizzarelli, Scott Robinson, Randy Sandke, Daryl Sherman, and the Loren Schoenberg Big Band. There will no doubt be additions to that list. Tickets are available in advance–and donations can be sent by using this address:
Dorothy Kellogg
P.O. Box 757
Southold, NY 11971

You can also order tickets online with a credit card by visiting PayPal and using this account:
danlevinson@aol.com
Because of the MSA, Dick is unable to speak understandably. His ability to read and write are not affected. He would be delighted to hear by e-mail from friends who may have fallen out of touch. If you are in a position to offer him work–articles, reviews, essays, liner notes–hire him. He is a brilliant writer and he needs the money.

Mostly Off

This is a vacation week. Blogging will be intermittent at best, but I will, of course, be thinking of all of you, wherever I may be.
I hope that you, too, are enjoying the summer. Unless, of course, you are in the southern hemisphere, in which case I hope that you are enjoying the winter.

Weekend Extra: Talk About Mechanical Playing!

Thanks to Ty Newcomb for alerting me to a remarkable performance of John Coltrane’s “Giant Steps.” The tenor player is an ugly cat, but he has Trane’s solo down cold (term used advisedly). To hear and witness it, go here. Do not ask where you can hear this player in live performance. You can’t.
Have a good weekend.

Duke Jordan

Duke Jordan died on Tuesday in Copenhagen. The news summons thoughts of the beauty of his piano playing and the gentleness of his personality. Jordan’s touch, harmonic sensitivity and gift for the creation of melodic lines made him a favorite colleague of Charlie Parker, Stan Getz, Gene Ammons and Chet Baker, to name a few who benefited from his artistry. He had worked earlier with Roy Eldridge, Coleman Hawkins and the Savoy Sultans, but his playing on Parker’s 1947 recordings on the Dial label, when he was twenty-five, brought him his first wide recognition. His introductions to ballads were often little masterpieces. The four bars leading into Parker’s “Embraceable You” constitute one of the most exquisite moments in all of recorded jazz, and one of the most imitated.
In the days of three-minute records, Jordan rarely had more than sixteen bars of solo time in Parker’s quintet or sextet sessions, but he invariably constructed short stories with beginnings, middles and endings, never filling the time with random improvisation. An example of his cogency is in the middle of “Quasimodo,” which happens to also be “Embraceable You” under the guise of an original Parker melody line. Both of those pieces are on this CD.
A prodigious composer, Jordan’s most famous piece is “Jordu,” a staple of the modern jazz repertoire. “No Problem” may be a close second. He wrote it for the sound track of Roger Vadim’s Les Liaisons Dangereuses. He was also the co-composer, as Jacques Marray, of the soundtrack for that 1959 film, with contributions by Thelonious Monk. After he moved to Copenhagen in 1978, Jordan recorded copiously as a leader and with Chet Baker, Doug Raney, Clifford Jordan and others.
The times I was privileged to be around him, Jordan was quiet, easy in his skin and earnest. He was the pianist for Sam Most’s 1976 album Mostly Flute, which had Tal Farlow on guitar, bassist Sam Jones and drummer Billy Higgins. In the liner notes, I recounted a recording session incident that typified Duke’s attitude.

“The More I See You” is taken at a bright medium-up tempo. Duke’s introduction recalls some of the gems he recorded with Parker, and he has one of the best solos of the date. In the control room, heads were shaking in admiration during this one, and afterward when Jordan walked in asking, “Was that all right?” everyone broke up.

Duke Jordan, dead at eighty-four.

Comment: Evans And Zetterlund

Rifftides reader Mel Narunsky writes:

Now that I’ve had a chance to see the Monica Zetterlund & Bill Evans videos, I think that “Lucky To Be Me” was outstanding – and far superior to the “Waltz For Debby” effort which I’m sure they subsequently improved upon.
I have always thought that the Tony Bennett recording with Evans of “Waltz For Debby” is unbeatable if only (but not only) for the fact that they stick to 3/4 throughout (this is after all what a waltz really is). I’ve never found a recording by Evans himself that doesn’t go into 4/4.
The Zetterlund/Evans video of “Once Upon A Summertime” was also very good.

If you watch the YouTube video of “Lucky To Be Me” linked above, you will hear the music but see amateur shots of scenery. Here’s the explanation filed by the YouTube contributor, who identifies himself or herself as 60otaku.

Music and an image do not have a direct relation. Please understand the situation…(^^;) A chief aim is music to the last ! Personnel; Monica Zetterlund (vocal) Bill Evans (piano) Chuck Israels (bass) Larry Bunker (drums)

A Slider

Steven Bernstein writes from New York regarding my piece in the July 27 Wall Street Journal about trumpeter Randy Sandke (You can read it here if you’re an online WSJ subscriber). He is concerned about my speculative aside that in Sandke’s Subway Ballet, Bernstein plays…”what may be this century’s first recorded solo on slide trumpet.”
“Thanks for a great article on Randy Sandke,” he says. “I wish more journalists would support this incredible musician.” Then he takes me to task.

Since you are a journalist/historian, I’d like to clarify a statement you made about the slide trumpet in the 21st century. I am a professional trumpeter /bandleader in NY for the last 25 years–started a band called Sex Mob 11 years ago in which I ONLY play the slide trumpet…..have played it on numerous cds, tv shows, movie soundtracks, dance pieces etc. There are two slide trumpet players in Europe (that I know of), Luca Bonvini and Axel Dorner….and a bunch of young kids out there inspired by me who are starting to play it. You might be interested in hearing Sex Mob. We play compositions ranging from “Blue and Sentimental” to “Nirvana” and lots in between. My 9-piece band the Millennial Territory Orchestra started off playing pieces by Tiny Parham and Cecil Scott and expanded out. Our debut CD was just released on Sunnyside.
So anyway, about 100 slide trumpet solos recorded this century, and it’s just starting…
Keep yer ears oiled
Sb

I just ordered a new bottle of oil.
This famous photograph of King Oliver’s Creole Jazz Band in 1923 shows Louis Armstrong playing a slide trumpet. His cornet, the instrument he most often used with the band, is in front of him. Armstrong Slide.jpg
The photographer arranged the group with wonderful symmetry, but it is unlikely that Johnny Dodds often performed seated on the piano in that excruciating posture. From left to right, Honoré Dutrey, Baby Dodds, King Oliver, Armstrong, Lil Hardin, Bill Johnson, Johnny Dodds. To hear Armstrong and Oliver in a complete performance of “Chimes Blues”, click here. The cornet solo is Armstrong’s, his first on record. The date was April 6, 1923.

Philip Larkin Revisited

Our Girl In Chicago, Terry Teachout’s partner in blog, reminds us that that yesterday was Philip Larkin’s birthday. I admire Larkin’s poetry more than his reactionary jazz criticism, so I celebrate him half enthusiastically. Nonetheless, it is a reason to call your attention to a Larkin poem we recently posted, along with one by Miller Williams, during the discussion of Tom Sancton’s book Song For My Fathers about growing up in New Orleans and in traditional jazz. If you missed it or would like to read it again, go here.

Comment: Evans and Zetterlund

Jan Stevens, the proprietor of the Bill Evans Web Pages, wrote:

I enjoyed Marc Myers’s observations regarding the rare video of the late Danish vocalist Monica Zetterlund with Bill Evans, performing “Waltz for Debby”. Some clarifications: about two weeks after the October 1966 recording sessions for his Verve album, A Simple Matter of Conviction (the first one with Eddie Gomez on bass), Bill and Eddie departed for Scandanavia for several dates. Arnie Wise was on drums for Bill at the time, but he did not make the trip, so Alex Riel, a well-known Danish drummer, played. Riel had worked a few gigs with Bill before, and was then working in a most notable trio with pianist Kenny Drew and bassist Neils-Henning Orsted Pedrson. (There is another Evans trio video with Riel from this same tour, circulating on the Web.)
This rehearsal we see on the video was done on October 25, 1966, while preparing for the televised concert, a charity event at the Royal Theater in Copenhagen. As far as the late Ms. Zetterlund (who died in a fire on May 12, 2005 — see my page), Bill enjoyed her work very much, and was first impressed when he heard her own “Debby” version in 1964, entitled “Monica’s Vals”. When he subsequently did his first European in late summer of that year, his manager Helen Keane arranged for them to meet and they recorded the Waltz for Debby” album for the Phillips record label.
Bill always smoked Camels, but this is the only time I have ever seen him shown smoking a cigar!
Jan Stevens

Please note that a Bill Evans Web Pages link is now in the Other Places section of the right-hand column.

Bill Evans & Monica Zetterlund Video

While I am meeting deadlines for writing that pays even more than Rifftides, why not have reader Marc Myers guide us to a fascinating video. He writes:

Talk about one of those video clips that just stops you cold: Go here and dig Monica Zetterlund and Bill Evans on “Waltz for Debby.”

This must have been a run-through for the record date. For my money, this is the definitive “Debby.” It’s brighter and more lyrical than the Vanguard sessions. And as you will see, Monica and Bill are both instantly absorbed by the moment–but in very different ways. Monica seems overwhelmed and somewhat stunned by the sheer beauty of Bill’s playing. Bill appears to be both distracted and in love with the sound of Monica’s interpretation–so much so that he turns away to fully absorb it. Watch Monica’s facial expressions and twitches as she milks the beauty of this song. And who knew Bill dug cigars?

Two interesting moments: About halfway through, Monica either forgets the words or is fooled by Bill’s comping–but still manages to work her way out of it smoothly. Also, the midsection where Bill transitions from straight 3/4 time to a swinging waltz, it’s hard to tell if this was Monica’s idea, signaling Bill that she was comfortable enough to handle the improv, or Bill’s “chart.” I always thought from the recording that this transition was Bill’s doing. Now I’m not so sure. Fascinating.

At the end, it’s hard to tell if Bill was displeased by Monica’s quasi-casual treatment or blown away by it. And when it’s over, both seem to want each other’s praise but neither gives it up. But Bill’s definitely moved. At any rate, there’s a whole lot going on here. What was Bill’s impression of Monica? Did he take her seriously?

Marc Myers
NYC

Unfortunately, we won’t have the answers to those questions from them. They’re both gone. It seems unlikely that this was a rehearsal for the album. Eddie Gomez is the bassist in the video clip. Chuck Israels, who preceded Gomez in the trio, played bass on the album, which was recorded in 1964. Larry Bunker was the drummer. Gomez joined Evans in 1966. We don’t see the drummer in the YouTube video. Nor is he identified.

The record date to which Mr. Myers refers resulted in this album, which seems to be available singly only as an import. It is also part of the eighteen-CD box set The Complete Bill Evans on Verve. That is the wonderful collection infamous for its packaging–a rusty steel box containing another rusty steel box with swing-out sleeves holding the CDs. Verve should have offered a tetanus shot with each one. The Vanguard sessions are the famous Sunday at the Village Vanguard, a sublime live recording of the 1961 Evans trio with bassist Scott LaFaro and drummer Paul Motian .

With Monk

It was a weekend of contrasts. I reread All Quiet on the Western Front, recovered from it on a long road bike trek that began with a one-mile climb up a steep grade (I refuse to submit to a testosterone exam), picked a few quarts of blackberries and played in a jam session in which, at one point, the rhythm section consisted of three guitars. That was a new and uplifting experience.
Now, it’s time to get serious. I’m on deadline for an essay to accompany a Thelonious Monk collection in the Riverside Profiles series. Blogging will be in the back of my mind, but that’s where it will have to stay for today and, possibly, tomorrow. Have a good Monday.

Compatible Quotes

Too many pieces of music finish too long after the end.

– Igor Stravinsky

You might try taking the horn out of your mouth.

– Miles Davis, after John Coltrane said he found it difficult to play short solos

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