My music is the spiritual expression of what I am — my faith, my knowledge, my being…When you begin to see the possibilities of music, you desire to do something really good for people, to help humanity free itself from its hangups…I want to speak to their souls.

Sometimes I wish I could walk up to my music for the first time, as if I had never heard it before. Being so inescapably a part of it, I’ll never know what the listener gets, what the listener feels, and that’s too bad.

I’ve been listening—over and over—to Jean Sibelius’s “Voces Intimae,” his String Quartet in D-minor. The great Finnish composer (1865-1957) wrote it in 1909 when he was 44 years old. He had completed his Third Symphony and was well on his way out of the romanticism that characterized his earlier symphonies. A number of analysts have called the D-minor austere, but it is difficult to accept that conclusion about a piece whose inner harmonies progress with such warmth. Jazz listeners may be taken with Sibelius’s “changes” in the allegro, the final movement of the quartet’s five. The performance is by the young Aeolus Quartet, Nicholas Tavani and Rachel Shapiro, violins; 
Zak Collins, viola;
 Alan Richardson, cello.

If I had found video of the Aelous playing the whole piece, I’d have posted it. No such luck. You can hear the Julliard String Quartet play it on this CD.

If I could express the same thing with words as with music, I would, of course, use a verbal expression. Music is something autonomous and much richer. Music begins where the possibilities of language end. That is why I write music.

Pay no attention to what the critics say. A statue has never been erected in honor of a critic.

Los Angeles Times sportswriter Jerry Crowe’s column makes much of the dual careers of Carmen Fanzone. The former Chicgo Cubs utility infielder is also a trumpet player. Here is a section of the column:

The Detroit native played in parts of five major league seasons with the Cubs and Boston Red Sox from 1970 to 1974, batting .224 with 20 home runs and 94 runs batted in.

Among his infrequent highlights, he homered in his first National League at-bat after being traded from the Red Sox in December 1970 and later, against Ken Forsch and the Houston Astros, he hit two home runs in a nationally televised game.

In addition, he occasionally brought out his trumpet to perform the national anthem before Cubs games.

“I had my moments,” he says.

To read all of Crowe’s article, go here. The columnist managed to get through the whole piece without so much as a mention that for decades Fanzone has been married to Sue Raney, one of the most accomplished singers of her generation. Here they are—he in his Fourth of July shirt—at the 2009 Baseball Reliquary awards in Pasadena, California.

Fanzone solos on a track of this Sue Raney album. It’s worth mentioning.

The jazz community has not forgotten the victims of Japan’s disastrous March 11 earthquake and tsunami. Following a flurry of April concerts to benefit the victims, the efforts continue. Vitello’s, the Los Angeles jazz club, hosts its next installment later this month, with Sue Raney, Tom Warrington, Pinky Winters, Diane Hubka and other artists contributing their talents. Thanks to Bill Reed for alerting us to the relief concert. You will find details on his People vs. Dr. Chilledair (love that title) website.

Journalism is an “other matter” (see the subtitle of the blog) that I think about constantly but write about too seldom. The news business has occupied most of my working life. Seeing it change for the worse is more than a matter of professional interest. The freedom and quality of the flow of information to the public through the news has a profound effect on the state of the democracy. It always has had. Thomas Jefferson was under frequent attack by newspapers, but this is what he said about them:

“Were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate a moment to prefer the latter.”

The narrowing focus and trivialization of news in print and broadcast and on the internet is a danger to the country’s future. Does all of journalism—I’m still holding out against the amorphous, unspecific and meaningless term “media”—and do all journalists pander to the lowest common denominator or to vested interests? Has clear, objective, tough-minded reporting disappeared? Of course not. There are great newspapers, although in the struggle against the lousy economy and the digital revolution, they are losing revenue and staff at a rapid rate. There is journalism of depth in radio and television, although it is getting harder to find, even on the evening newscasts of ABC, CBS and NBC. I sample the major networks and Fox, CNN and MSNBC but have pretty much retreated to The News Hour on PBS and radio news on NPR. They are not perfect, but they come close to fairness and balance. Much, maybe most, of cable news programming substitutes ranting for reporting. I hope that the newspapers and broadcasters in your region are exceptions to the trend.

Donald Barlett, one of the most honored journalists of our time, was asked about all of this in a Columbia Journalism Review interview with Trudy Lieberman, another respected reporter. Barlett and his reporting partner James Steele have won two Pulitzer Prizes for their work at The Philadelphia Inquirer—and a raft of other journalism awards for penetrating investigative work on nuclear waste, tax dodges, housing and crime, among other subjects. A book based on their reporting, America: What Went Wrong? was a bestseller. Here is a bit of Lieberman talking with Barlett.

TL: Why are we disconnected from our readers?

DB: It’s difficult to overcome the drumbeat of sound bites. There are some great young reporters so it’s not an age thing. What’s missing is a sense of fairness, equality and inequality, right and wrong that journalists traditionally brought to their reporting. Like so many other aspects of American life—business and government come to mind—what’s missing is a moral compass: Is this right or wrong?

TL: Do reporters think about that today?

DB: Not so much. Journalism has become a business. It’s no longer a calling. Everyone’s job seems to be in jeopardy. People are worried about their next paycheck.

TL: Has the specialization in journalism with all the training programs and fellowships backfired? Some think that this has encouraged journalists to write for their sources.

DB: Yes. Today’s journalists often forget the audience earlier generations wrote for – the average person. Now they write for Wall Street or Silicon Valley or Capitol Hill or cable television talking heads. Their questions are framed in economic terms not in moral terms—is this right or wrong. There used to be moral outrage in the newsroom, but now not so much. Where you really see this is in the use of language. Here is where journalists have literally lost their moral compass.

TL: Can you explain this a bit more?

DB: In stories on taxes, reporters often ask whether it’s fair to impose higher tax rates on someone who has worked hard and achieved success. The implication is that someone who doesn’t make much money has not worked hard. Nonetheless, reporters often ask, “Do you really want to raise taxes on someone who is successful?” That usually means those who have made a lot of money.

TL: So we are not framing or asking the right questions?

DB: Yes. We don’t know what we need to know unless we ask the right question. You listen to TV reporters, and they inevitably ask the wrong question so the problem is framed wrong or from a point of view. Americans are not dumb. But journalism is dumbing down the information it delivers. Sometimes it’s political. Sometimes it’s laziness.

There is much more of Lieberman’s conversation with Barlett at the Columbia Journalism Review’s website. If you have an interest in the effect of reporting on the state of the nation, read the whole thing.

A reflection: For many years after my daily journalism career in newspapers, radio and television, I oversaw education of professional journalists in the use of analytical thinking to cover the economy, the environment, law, health care, foreign affairs and other issues. The Foundation for American Communications (FACS) was a nonprofit supported by grants from major news organizations, charitable foundations and corporations. We engaged top academics, trained them to teach journalists, and helped reporters, editors, columnists, commentators and producers to increase their understanding of complex public issues. As the economy worsened and news organizations foundered, support dwindled and finally ceased. FACS went out of existence a couple of years ago; one small but important symptom of disturbing changes in the news business that should concern us all. Heading into the Fourth of July weekend, this is a good time to think about it.

Lena Horne died a little more than a year ago. Yesterday, she would have been 94. Ms. Horne’s varied gifts launched her into a career as a massively successful general entertainer. But her jazz roots went deep, and she never forgot where she came from, as she demonstrated in this performance of her most famous song. The YouTube statistics say that a quarter of a million people have watched this. That’s not enough.

The Rifftides staff has done exhaustive auditioning, winnowing and selecting from among hundreds of CDs, DVDs and books hoping to be chosen. The result: a new batch of recommendations. They are compact discs by a pianist and a trumpeter who love Mingus, musical portraits of the seven deadly sins, a Nat King Cole concert that surfaced after 61 years in hiding, a DVD of two elderly avant-garde saxophonists with the energy of teenagers, and a book dedicated to the proposition that Louis Armstrong’s late period was glorious. Please see the listings in the right column under Doug’s Picks.

Clifford Brown died on this date in 1956. If he had lived, he would be 80. We will never know what glories he would have added to those he had achieved at the age of 26. Here is what I wrote on the 50th anniversary of his death.

Fifty years ago today at The Seattle Times, as I ripped copy from the wire machines my eye went to a story in the latest Associated Press national split. A young trumpeter named Clifford Brown had been killed early that morning in a car crash. My heart stopped for a beat or two. My stomach churned. I felt ill. I was attempting to master the trumpet and, like virtually all aspiring trumpet players, idolized Brown. The life of a majestically inventive musician had ended violently on a rainy highway in Pennsylvania. He was four months short of his twenty-sixth birthday. When I think about his loss, I still feel ill.

There has never been a jazz musician who worked harder, lived cleaner, and accomplished or promised more in so short a lifetime. His practice routine encompassed taping himself as he worked out on trumpet and piano. I have listened to some of those tapes. It is moving to hear Brown pursue–and achieve–perfection as he brings complex ideas to fruition through the persistent application of his technical mastery, to hear him sing a phrase and then play it repeatedly until he has polished it nearly to his satisfaction. Like most first-rank artists, he was never truly satisfied with his performance. To listeners, however, Brown’s solos are among the glories of twentieth century music. To trumpet players, his work remains an inspiration. His passion, power, lyricism and flaweless execution constitute a model whose pursuit is bound to bring improvement.

In Today’s Washington Post, Matt Schudel summarizes Brown’s life and contributions. For a fuller account, read Nick Catalano’s biography of Brown. Fortunately, Brown recorded copiously during his few years of playing. Most of his work remains in print. This album captures him at his peak with the group he and drummer Max Roach co-led. This box set covers highlights from his recordings for several labels. If you don’t know Clifford Brown’s work, I suggest that you move immediately toward the nearest CD shop or website.

For rare video of Brown playing, see this Rifftides archive post.

Bill Perkins (1924-2003) was the archetype of the creative musician incapable of letting his style freeze in place. To borrow the phrase coined by his initial inspiration Lester Young, Perkins refused to be a “repeater pencil.” He was with Stan Getz, Gene Ammons, Zoot Sims, Richie Kamuca, Al Cohn, Don Lanphere and many others in a generation of young tenor saxophonists who developed with Young as their model. His playing under Young’s influence graced the bands of Jerry Wald, Woody Herman and Stan Kenton and dozens of recordings from the 1950s on. It was epitomized in his solos on Grand Encounter, the leaderless 1956 album he shared with John Lewis, Percy Heath, Jim Hall and Chico Hamilton.

When he left the 1950s, Perkins’ restless curiosity and musicianship kept him searching, studying and changing. I know from many conversations with him that he appreciated the enthusiasm of listeners who loved his early work, but he would not deny the compulsion to progress. His solos on Bill Holman’s 1997 big band album of Thelonious Monk tunes are latterday evidence of that. There is more in this video clip of Perkins from a 1993 appearance with Shorty Rogers. (Rogers doesn’t play on “You’ve Changed.”) The rhythm section is Chuck Marohnic, piano; 
Joel DiBartolo, bass; and Dom Moio, drums. For reasons known only to whoever posted this on YouTube, the clip fades to black just as Perk is starting the final 16 bars of his last chorus. In addition, the video is fuzzy and applause wipes out the beginning of Marohnic’s solo. But for Perkins’ reading of the melody and his solo chorus that follows, this glimpse of his playing in his final decade is worth seeing and hearing.

For more video clips from the session, go here.

The National Endowment for the Arts today named the 2012 NEA Jazz Masters. As announced in the NEA’s news release, the winners are:

Jack DeJohnette, Drummer, Keyboardist, Composer
(born in Chicago, IL; lives in Willow, NY)

Von Freeman, Saxophonist
(born in Chicago, IL; lives in Chicago, IL)

Charlie Haden, Bassist, Composer, Educator
(born in Shenandoah, IA; lives in Agoura Hills, CA)

Sheila Jordan, Vocalist, Educator
(born in Detroit, MI; lives in Middleburgh, NY and New York, NY)

*Jimmy Owens, Educator, Trumpeter, Flugelhorn Player, Composer, Arranger
(born in Bronx, NY; lives in New York, NY)

*Jimmy Owens is the recipient of the 2012 A.B. Spellman NEA Jazz Masters Award for Jazz Advocacy.

Each recipient will receive a one-time award of $25,000 and be publicly honored next January at the annual awards ceremony and concert, produced by Jazz at Lincoln Center at its home, Frederick P. Rose Hall in New York City. This class of NEA Jazz Masters brings to 124 the number of musicians who have received the honor.

Full profiles and photographs of the 2012 NEA Jazz Masters are on the NEA’s website.

Congratulations to all.

More than one Rifftides reader has taken me to task for posting nothing about the death of Bob Flanigan, the original lead singer of the vocal-instrumental group The Four Freshmen. Flanigan died on May 15 at his home in Las Vegas. He was 84.

As if to validate the group, many of his obituaries dwelled on Flanigan’s and the Freshmens’ influence on the Beach Boys and other pop performers of the ‘60s and ‘70s. The Freshmen validated themselves through excellence as singers and instrumentalists. In this video from a 1964 Japan tour, Flanigan has the trombone solo on one of the Freshmen’s biggest hits.

Flanigan was the last original member of the Four Freshmen to retire, in 1992. But his association with it did not stop. He owned the rights to the Four Freshmen name and managed the group when it continued with new members, as it does today.

Speaking of quasi-forgotten trumpeters of the 1930s and ‘40s (see the Benny Carter item in the previous exhibit), in his current post, blogger and frequent Rifftides correspndent Bruno Leicht highlights Hot Lips Page. Here’s some of what he writes about that musician of astonishing gifts:

‘Hot Lips’ was a joyful trumpeter with a big tone, directly influenced by Louis Armstrong. Most commercial studio dates don’t reflect his daring trumpet excursions; they rarely let you hear adequately how he really sounded. — He sometimes went to the extreme, as the following great interpretation of “I Got Rhythm” from 1940 shows.

To hear Lips in that remarkable recording, another in which he plays and sings in collaboration with Artie Shaw, a third one with his own band, and to read about Page, go here.

With ironic intent, I have occasionally used the term “your corner record store” when suggesting that you seek out certain recordings. Well, there are a few actual record stores left, as opposed to the virtual ones on the internet. In The Chicago Tribune last week, Howard Reich wrote a profile of one of the biggest, oldest and—believe it or not— most profitable. It is Chicago’s venerable Jazz Record Mart. To read Howard’s piece, go here.

Coming soon: new Doug’s Picks and a few recommendations from the never-ending stream of new releases.

Benny Carter (1907-2003) is indelibly identified as a master of the alto saxophone, to the point where many listeners new to his work don’t know that he was also one of the great trumpet soloists of the 1930s. He gave up the horn for several years, concentrating on alto sax, composing and arranging. When he picked up the trumpet again and spent six weeks reconditioning his chops, he regained his distinctive tone and expansive way of improvising. He was always in search of perfection.

Seriously, though, here is Carter at the 1977 Montreux Jazz Festival, playing trumpet and alto saxophone. The rhythm section is Ray Bryant, piano; Niels-Henning Ørsted Pederson, bass; and Jimmie Smith, drums. The video has a case of the tremors, but the sound quality is fine.

The entire Carter quartet session at Montreux is on this CD. If you would like to hear him on clarinet, an instrument he mastered in the 1920s and, unfortunately, abandoned in the forties, listen to the title track of this album.

Don Emanuel, David Evans and other Rifftides readers have encouraged me to continue posting photographs made during bicycle expeditions. Okay. Maybe they are a welcome diversion.

I tore myself away for a 15-miler this afternoon and paused at the top of a long, steep hill because my legs told me to. This may be nothing more than your standard b-flat calendar shot, but taking it was an excuse to rest. I like the clouds and that house high up on the left.

When I got back, as I opened the gate these characters were scurrying along the grass. By the time I got the camera out of the bike bag, they had squeezed through the fence into the neighbor’s yard. I was barely able to catch them as they made for the safety of bushes. Mr. and Mrs. Quail took up residence with us a couple of years ago. We assume that they have a covey of chicks about ready to join in the foraging expeditions.

What you can’t see in these pictures is the wind, which has been powerful and relentless for weeks. Maybe pedaling uphill into 25-mile-an-hour breezes builds character. I would rather that my character remain unimproved.

Here are the headline, subhead and lead paragraph of a news release from the Montreal Jazz Festival.

I wonder if he jumped in at the last moment to sub for another jazz star who withdrew, Lady Gaga, perhaps.

Reaction to the death of Ray Bryant keeps coming in. Dubliner Colm (Red) O’Sullivan writes from Rio de Janeiro, where he is immersing himself in Brazilian music. He alerts us to video of a fellow Irishman, guitarist Louis Stewart, playing a Bryant composition. Stewart has been an important player in the UK for decades. He has occasionally appeared in the US. In The New York Times in 1981, John S. Wilson wrote, after hearing Stewart, “he spins out single-note lines that flow with an unhurried grace, colored by sudden bright, lively chorded phrases.” That has not changed.

Here are Stewart and his frequent partner, pianist Jim Doherty, playing Ray Bryant’s “The Bebop Irishman.” Following the tune, a BBCish announcer gives a bit of Stewart’s bio.

Sorry for the early out. That’s all there was.

The staff is back at Rifftides world headquarters after joining other Jazz Journalists Association members for the JJA’s 2011 award event. We assembled on Saturday at Egan’s Ballard Jam House in Seattle to watch the ceremony by satellite feed from New York. It was one of several satellite parties around the country. John Gilbreath of Earshot Jazz was among us and received one of the nine Jazz Hero awards, a new category this year. Applause, shouts and whistles for John were as deafening as our mighty handful could make them.

These are the winners of a few of the top awards:

LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT IN JAZZ: Jimmy Heath

MUSICIAN OF THE YEAR: Sonny Rollins

COMPOSER OF THE YEAR: Jason Moran

ARRANGER Of The Year: Bill Holman

UP AND COMING ARTIST OF THE YEAR: Ambrose Akinmusire

RECORDING OF THE YEAR: Bird Songs /Joe Lovano Us Five
(Blue Note)

LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT IN JAZZ JOURNALISM: Bill Milkowski

BLOG OF THE YEAR: Patrick Jarenwattanon.

The Rifftides staff sends hearty congratulations to Patrick for his excellent A Blog Supreme.

For the complete list of winners, go here.